Thursday, February 24, 2005WHERE THERE'S SMOKE...I woke up coughing. An acrid smell hung in our bedroom air. RG said it had gotten pretty bad. He said I had coughed a lot during the night. I didn't remember. I was pretty unconscious through most of it. After a brief inspection of our house RG determined it wasn't us that was about to be... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 4:27 AM Comments (13) (link) |
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