Intervention

It seems that there's a limit to how far you can push a sick body before it says "Stop." Mine was full on singing The Supremes this morning, so I listened, and stopped. I would like to state for the record that if I'd been healthy, there would have been no stopping me.

Last night, in a true sign of my sickness, I cleaned the house and did the laundry. Some people sleep when they've caught a bug. Me? I disinfect. Of course, now I'm home sick today with no task, save getting better. Which I guess is just as well, since I only have enough energy to sustain me through 20 minutes of activity before it's nap time again. Hopefully all the napping, and Cheerio eating will restore my health and my sanity.

Also, what was going to be my wonderful 25 degree planting weekend has now become another weekend o' rain. Boo.

No sing-a-long today as I have developed the voice of Phyllis Diller.

HRH