"Let us flee," said the fly.
"Let us fly," said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue. *
"Let us fly," said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue. *
* Weird recollection whilst lying abed with a fever.
If I have not visited your blog in the last few days, or if you haven't had a response to your comments (thank you) to my recent posts, I really do have a good reason: I was attacked... I repeat... attacked by a nasty flu-type illness on Sunday afternoon, and spent the next 48 hours in bed with fever and (initially) accompanying chills of the bone-crack variety. Those symptoms have passed, leaving me with only some gastric distress and an overwhelming lack of energy.
I quarantined myself, self-medicating with fever-reducing over the counter drugs on hand, drinking lots of liquid, and calling upon family members only to do things outside my house that needed to be done, such as water the plants and clean and fill the bird bath and feeders.
I'm presently experimenting with sipping on my first cup of coffee since Sunday morning. So far, so good.
I miss being able to work in the yard, but I think that's probably a good thing, as the heat index yesterday afternoon was 116 (F) and this section of Arkansas is under a Heat Advisory again today. I did venture outside early this morning for about three minutes to refill the bird bath, but was glad to get back inside, even though it was only 80 degrees at the time.
Later.
