My cold has become extremely tiresome. I used up my voice on Thursday and have been reduced to croaking yesterday and today. I came home early yesterday to get some extra rest and have been trying to rest today too. It's hard to rest when you're stuffy and achy. I took Plato for his regular walk through town, stopping at the Farmer's Market. His friends and admirers were glad to see him. I took a nap this afternoon and then took Plato for a second walk so he could run in the field. Plato misses Lucy, as do all of us. Its lousy to have to give up a Saturday to being sick.