Okay, I’m not actually dying. But I’ve been feeling like I am. I came up to Sonoma yesterday with a To-Do list as long as my arm, only to be slammed with a flu that left me aching in every joint and so weak I couldn’t attempt even the simplest tasks. My headache was so severe and so impervious to any kind of medication that I spent most of the day lying in a darkened room unable even to focus my thoughts. But there’s always energy for blogging. So here’s what I was able to do as I waited to see if my supply of Day-Quil would outlast my symptoms.
Remember how I’ve forgiven Kevin Costner his sins since he helped me teach my tutorees about the buffalo? Good thing, because he produced an excellent eight hour documentary on the Native American history of North America that occupied much of my downtime.
Several hours into the genocide, I just had to get out into the sunshine. After another dose of DayQuil, I thought I just might be able to make it up the hill for the half mile walk to Flying Terrier Farms to check on my garden’s progress. It felt like the Bataan Death March.
Whew! And that was about all the energy I had to spare.
Which makes me feel that, once I get the energy, I probably owe it to Native Americans to find the nearest reservation casino and gamble away a few hundred dollars.
I’ll get right on that. As soon as I can move again.