Sunday Morning Ramble, A Short One

It's hard to write when your head resembles that commercial where the ladies head is blown up like a balloon. That is sort of how I feel today. I definitely have a head cold. My eyes are watery, my nose is either stuffy or runny. My throat is scratchy and now a bit of a cough has come on. I spent the entire day yesterday in my pajama's. Yes, even when I did chores, which I did lazily. Pouring the grain into the feed dish over the fence for the goats, rather than go into their pen. I scattered grain for the hens and gathered eggs in the afternoon in a moment of "I think I feel better". It didn't last long though. I tried using the hoe in the herb garden for a minute or two but it seemed to weigh at least 50 lbs, which of course it doesn't. I was huffing and puffing, out of breath in minutes. So I shuffled back to the house, feeling defeated. Washed my hands, got some juice to drink and laid on the couch, afghans pulled up around my neck. I tried to read, but felt like the words were too hard to digest and the book was so heavy to hold.

I turned on the television and watched "The Big Valley" I loved it when I was a teenager but in no time I was sound asleep.

I suspect today will be a repeat sort of day for me. Still feel about the same, no honestly...a bit worse, but then its still morning, the rooster is still crowing. I feel bad for myself. I want to do so many things. Paint the second bath, hang up my window boxes, ( this I will force myself to do) actually Emery will hang them, I will fill them with plants. Not much keeps me down, but I think this cold has claimed victory, at least for a couple days.