Down for the count

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…


About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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7 Responses to Down for the count

  1. mo883mpetersdesires says:

    Oh, please do feel better soon, love. Wishing we were closer so we could swoop in and take care of you! Hugshugshugs!


  2. Hope you feel better soon! I’d help if we lived a little closer. I loved to help with the gardening and canning! Funny how some things are missed as we get older.


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