I tried to pretend like I wasn’t still sick this morning. I went and did my park and came home and did a load of dishes. By the time I was done doing the dishes, I was sweating so bad that you’d have thought I ran a marathon. So, clearly not done being sick.
I napped most of the afternoon, but when this is your sick bed?
It’s hard to complain.
I have to tell you, the thought of moving from my house someday doesn’t really bother me. I like my house fine, but I’m not in love with it. But the thought of having to leave this spot? Where I’ve planted trees and dug in the dirt?
I’d as soon build a whole new house more to my liking in this very spot than leave here.