Today was a normal Monday at work. Mondays are busy, but after the draft horse sale last week, busy feels so unbusy. It's nice to get back to normal. The sale is great for the town, but I'm not sorry when it's over. The re-paving of North Main Street continues. I respect the customers who negotiated the obstacle course today to get to the drive-up.
I was right - I'm sick. Shelly must have breathed on me last week. I have a sore throat, cough, runny nose, junk in my lungs. I'm hoping I can get by without pharmacological intervention. I'm going to go to bed early, take Mucinex, and see how I feel in the morning. I'll keep you posted.
I forgot to show you this picture yesterday. I put up cat shelves at the office and bedroom windows. They don't need shelves in the living room because the couch is under the windows. They all love lying in the window sills in the summer; now they can do it all year. The shelves are a big hit with Hunter and Abby. Maggie is still too small to jump that high, but she won't be for long. The way she's eating, there's a growth spurt on the way.
That's all that's going on here - the town has returned to normal and I'm sick. Ta-da! How do we handle so much excitement? And where are you when I don't feel good? I do think you could get a hall pass when I'm sick. I'd like soft-boiled eggs at bedtime, please.
Actually, I don't want anything except you. Love you with all my heart,