I think I have a Cold

I can't breathe. My body hurts. I'm tired even though I have so slept a lot. Speaking of saying "so," here's a Tyler funny. He likes to get "all the drinks mixed together," commonly called a suicide, at least when I was a child. He made all the drive through orders on our trip around the state. One time, as we got to the window for paying, a guy leans out and says "Now, I know you didn't want diet sodas mixed in, right?" And Tyler says "I SO don't want any diet drinks in there!" LOL! He seems to have exploded socially since we've been here. I have caught myself saying that he's come out of his shell, but it's so much more than that. Things that used to bother him just don't anymore. And he is really interactive with anyone who tries to interact with him. I am quite amazed, impressed and relieved. Phew! I can't write anymore cause it hurts and I can't breathe. Did I mention I can't breathe? Ugh. Ughughugh. G'nite.