I’ve caught the summer crud, or whatever variation of flu or cold, lurgies, you-name-it, that has brought so many folks low. I got the cough portion of the entertainment—uncontrolled, hard-hitting to the point where my ribs and back ache, and my head’s gonna explode (kinda wish it would, put me out of my misery).
Sleeping? Not happening. Eating? 48 hours without and counting. Making deals with the devil? Oh yeah, baby. Right now I’ll do anything not to cough!
It’s bad enough I’m heading to the doctor today to see if there are any heavy duty meds that will knock me out for a time.
Except, this week Team Czar is in Maine doing a 5-day Pioneer Ride (5 days, 30 or 50 miles each day… go Team!) so Mom’s got to take care of Mr Bob, the hens and kidlets, Herself, the budgies, and Tom the garage cat. So twice a day I head (crawl, wheeze, cry) to the barn to do chores and feed things.
To make matters worse, the garden requires my attention: tomatoes, eggplant, cukes ‘n zukes… all need watering, harvesting and canning/freezing during this put up time of year. Not to mention mowing, weeding…
And forget writing, which is a shame because I’d planned to get back to at least one of the WiPs that’s been bugging me lately. Oh well…
Thank goodness for audiobooks. I can listen to review and give my eyes a break (that headache is a real bone crusher).
But on the upside, Herself is taking care of me..
So, here’s wishing y’all good health, a measure of peace, and some relaxing downtime during these dog days of summer.
In case you’re out beach combing, I heard some interesting things washed up on shore recently…