Scooter Chronicles

But not one to celebrate.

Nigel has his first cold. The poor little guy is congested. His nose is running like mad, and since his mouth is always open to breathe he is drooling even more now. He woke up in the middle of the night for the first time in months because of it. I have a cold as well, so Marcia took care of him. I think he was only up for about an hour.

He is not letting it get to him too much though. He was all smiles when I woke him up this morning (I got the day off because of the impending move), and he was pretty happy for a while after breakfast and his bath, too. But it’s starting to take it’s toll on him. As I write, he is laying fast asleep on Marcia’s chest while she sits on the couch.