Sunday's at the office

   are generally pretty entertaining.

   So far today -- I've managed to complete a couple of projects.   Sunday is the day of trash, cleaning, sorting, staging and planning. 

   I must be the only person to break the toilet seat while swabbing the toilet.  WTH ... the dang seat cracked -- and no I wasn't perched on it nor did I slam it down -- snap and a crack appeared ... to be fair ... I think it is 13 years old ..... so lets hope the hardware store has one ... otherwise the bright orange duct tape will have to work ... might get sticky ...

  The trash is piled up at the back door ... and I'm working up the energy to wash out the fridge.  Not sure when the last time that actually occurred. 

  Next up is the ill fitting bra ... I know TMI -- all I can say -- after my walk -- it's got to go (and go out with the trash) ...


Diva
 

ahhhhh cough syrup

  Thanks for the well wishes ....

  Two nights of codeine cough syrup before bed has been wonderful.   Normally I can sleep thru anything (including nasty weather) ... but that coughing ...


  About 10 years ago I slept thru 75mph straight line winds.  It was mid July -- I had a cold so I took 2 cold tablets and 2 Advil and went to bed -- it was hot and sticky and the a/c was on --  about 11:30 my cell phone is ringing --- Lee --- "are you okay" .. hmmmm yes, snort, cough, hack "why" ....

  They had a tree down on/near their house ... I looked out the window and the laundry was still on the line so didn't think too much of it ... until morning .... when I realized most of the laundry was GONE -- the deck furniture was gone and I too had trees down.  The corn field behind the house was flat .... the patch was a mess --  moral of the story --- one cold tablet at a time ...


  Took a little walk late last Sunday ...

the boys are driving across the field yet ... they are avoiding the "drift" zone and driving in the field ...we picked up another inch on Thursday ... but it has melted.

 



 

 

poor Ruby ... she misses me -- the original plan was to drive her to New Ulm yesterday and then that nasty snow arrived ... even our driveway was brown and dry ... Dad started her up and let her idle in neutral for a spell ...

 

Old habits are hard to change -- it is 5:52 am and I'm about to switch in the third load of laundry ... I was up early (went down early) ... and stuff is piling up. 

 

Have a great weekend all -- I'll be hanging out on 3rd Street!

 

 



and the crud

   has become bronchitis  (hopefully spelled somewhat correctly) ... after another night of hacking and not sleeping -- I went to the doctor .... I tend to avoid doctors.

   when the doctor listens to your breathing for multiple moments and then says ... "I think we need a chest x-ray .... "   so off to the x-ray lab I went .... and well, it wasn't the other nasty possibility ... I haven't had an x-ray (other than the dentist) for 45 years! 

   so -- I have expensive cough syrup ... with nasty warnings ... shouldn't slurp it and (a) operate heavy equipment or (b) make important decisions ... wth ... I'd better sleep well after taking it ....

  so .... we'll see how it rolls.

stay healthy peeps .. it's nasty stuff.

  

and so it goes

  drip, sneeze, blow the nose, cracking in the ears, coughing, hacking up the lung ...

  weird stuff ... exhausted -- literally, exhausted ... I should run (well, walk) around the block for some fresh air -- although in the "rain" (mist) I'd get wet -- and melt.  not pretty.


 

and now ....

  I have caught the crud.  I'm hoping it's just the "you're over-tired, run-down and have the sniffles" event -- and not the cruddyness circulating my world. 

  Since I'm ill I can make up words.  Cruddyness -- adjective -- apt description for a lot of stuff.

 

flu ...

  .... and yet another one goes down ....

  . . . . must be this haunted office.





  

my fence

 

my front fence at the office is full of character -- lots of character

teeming with details

 

and pointed sharp arrows on the top tips

 

it has a gate with a lovely handle ... a functioning gate ...

 

yet this morning .... I watched the newspaper delivery dude -- climb over the top of it (at the gate), get hung up and fall --- I'm not sure which would hurt more --- the sudden stop on the cold concrete or getting punctured by the lovey sharp points in a sensitive body part ....

 

I did ask if he was okay, and then suggested he use the gate -- he didn't utter a word ... I could sense pain in the "agony of defeat."

 

It's my crazy life peeps ---