Day On The Farm
Wednesday. To bed quite early, but taking forever to fall asleep, up with the alarm to set out for breakfast, everything going well, but feeling as if something were still going on with the cold, as if it was thinking of coming back. Not good, but nothing written in concrete. Yet.
Went by the supermarket on the way home thinking they'd be less than crowded and I wouldn't have to go out later in less good shape to find something to eat. Went well enough, bought things that needed restocking, came home and finished yesterday's entry. And now I think I'll lie down and take a nap. If it's coming back we'll not give it any aid by screwing around and helping it out.
Later. OK, I'm bundled up like a Norseman, the heat running beside me in the living room and I'm still at the edge of getting chills. I can't sleep, have a fever, although not a high fever, but a real fever, none the less, and I suspect we're going to blow this entire week. Which is fine, why fight it? I have food in the kitchen, no need to go outside. Unless I feel better. Which I might, but tomorrow, it's obviously not happening today.
Evening. At least there's none of the sinus pain that accompanied that first Monday bout with this cold. A fever, yes, definitely a fever, but not high enough to be worried about. I've been lying down, getting up, lying down, listening to the radio, watching television and checking the computer through the entire afternoon. Edgy, jumpy, as you are when you have a fever.
And maybe we've got a shot at it getting better as the evening evolves. Not quite the discomfort now that I was experiencing this morning. Another day on the farm milking the cows, here in Oakland.