Sunday evening in church, I felt a sore throat coming on.
I must have picked up something infectious in Houston.
As my dad would say,
"I don't feel too whippy."
I will spare you any details.....
I just don't feel too whippy.
And it's driving me crazy.
I come home to a bedroom that needs changed around
to accommodate the new bed,
zinnias need to be trimmed,
Bunny needed a bath,
I have some new patterns for dresses,
I have an order for the Rabbit Hutch,
James bought some fun root-beer and I don't want any
because it burns my throat,
I want to sweep and dust,
but most of all,
I'm missing walking with my husband
*around the river*.
I complain about the wind when it's blowing,
I complain about the humid stillness when it's not,
I get rocks in my shoes and two miles
is a long way in the morning.
But I wish I was with him right now,
walking and talking.
Well, I'm pretty sure what I've got is temporary,
I'll feel better again.
Then I can sew another dress,
make some curtains,
get seeds from the purple flowers,
take Kimberly back and forth to work.....
AND GET GROCERIES.
I LOVE to get groceries.
I am never unable to get groceries because I'm sick.
But it had to happen.
I hope you are all feeling
*very* whippy today.