Today I was going to work with Jackson in the arena, confirming and reviewing the stuff we were working on before the February rains hit. I was going to wash his tail, and do a fecal count, and get some reports done for work.
Instead, I woke up feeling headachey and tired. I figured it was from not sleeping well (STUPID hot flashes) and I'd be fine once I got going. Well... it's late afternoon and I'm on the couch under a pile of blankets thinking about chicken soup. Brett's been busy riding Flash, going to the gym and trimming trees. I woke up from a nap to find he had lit a fire in the wood stove for me. I'm envious of his energy in a groggy sort of way.
And I'm annoyed at an annoymous attendee at the French group meeting last Sunday. WHY do people show up at public functions when they are sick? She looked awful... pale, glassy eyed, hoarse and was unable to participate in the conversation due to her coma like state. And of course she sat down right next to me. She left and went home after half an hour but it seems that her little germies had already made there way over to me.