This truly is the cold? from hell. It’s not the flu, I had the flu shot that dealt with most strains circulating in this area. Moaning about it helps, so I’m moaning. I am better, though trying not to become bitter.
After a bout of coughing that almost led to vomiting, I was up at three a.m. and listening to an audio book while drinking a glass of milk (my comfort drink).
Clare, one of my poor confused dogs came downstairs and looked at me sternly as if to say, should I waken Pop?
I stopped coughing about four and returned to my bed and slept until seven.
Because I must sit up so much of the time, I amuse myself with books and my family tree. I’m tickled pink that my lifetime of reading and work on various academic studies has informed me about what my DNA revealed.
The DNA results cap my lifetime effort to “find my roots.” My family tree is huge and covers hundreds of years. Together, the two give me far more information than my parents could have.
The most amusing part of this effort is that I am about six percent Scandinavian. Yes, I am either descended from Viking rapists and pillagers, or a Norwegian housemaid who migrated to Amsterdam in the eighteenth century, or both. I’m pretty sure the Scandinavian DNA comes from mom’s side.
Either way, the DNA and family tree results are interesting and reveal that my ancestors were probably both the perpetrators and victims of much of the turmoil in Europe over the past millennia.
My sister’s last request was that donations in lieu of flowers be made to the ASPCA or the Cancer society.