Oh the plans I had yesterday to work like the proverbial horse in our yard! And so there I was sitting in our garden, weeding, when uh oh... All my energy evaporated. And my stomach felt odd. Argh. I rolled the wheelbarrow under the back carport, came into the house, and tried to talk myself out of coming down with some sort of the stomach flu.
Didn't work too well. Chills, weakness, nausea, aches. Sigh.
After a rough, rough night, I'm feeling a tad better, but still, about all I can manage to do is melt beneath three blankets in Tom's recliner. I told him last night his is a very nice chair in which to be sick. He agreed.
Oh well, the work will still be there when I'm feeling better and that's the test--can I just relax and believe it will all get done before the heat of summer? I'm thinking I can.