For those of you familiar enough with me, you will understand the degree of how bad I feel by this: I feel so bad I don't even want my shoes on.
I am a get up in the morning and put my shoes on kind of person. The shoes stay on my feet all day, until time for the day to be over. I might take them off a little while before bedtime, but not until I am DONE with the day. At this very minute, I am on *artificial feel better*... In this case, Advil Cold and Sinus Caplets. I can tell when their four hour range is almost up! This morning they haven't been enough that the fever is gone; my co-workers could tell by the red face and hyper-bright glassy eyes that I ought not to have come in.
I have tossed aside almost all my plans this week. I got the stuff out of the freezer to make breakfast burritos Tuesday. I just didn't feel up to dealing with the mess. The stuff is still in the fridge. When I was sent home Wednesday, I thought, "Suck it up, Buttercup! Make those burritos and breakfast bowls!" I opened the fridge... there was only a dozen eggs. "OK, so maybe a small batch of burritos." I opened the breadbox for the tortillas... there were three tortillas. Scratch that plan! Yesterday I didn't feel up to leaving the house. I went outside as far as letting the chicken and guinea out of the coop and into the enclosed pen. The wind hurt... my joints ached. Nope,,, not going to the store.
So when I was sent home today, I stopped at the Dollar General to get tortillas and more eggs. They had tortillas, but not eggs. Well... this is Friday. Nobody needs *breakfast burritos to go* before Monday .
I did the least possible amount of kitchen maintenance last night... loading the dishwasher and putting up the food. Supper was a roasted turkey breast. Not that I felt like cooking it, but because I had thawed it a couple of days ago and HAD to cook it. Then, after supper I couldn't let the bones go to waste when bone broth is so *stupid easy*. I chunked them into the slow cooker and covered them with water... where they are still simmering.
Daniel flew down to Texas this morning to take the Civil Service Exam tomorrow. He still needs to pass the 30 WPM typing test, but the official site to take the test has been down all week. He is so stressed out over this. Prayers appreciated!
My nephew Tony (my brother Robbie's son) and his wife had their new baby boy, Landon Anthony Beard on Jan 22nd. He was born at 23 weeks gestation, 1lb.8oz. He was 11.5 inches. He is getting stronger by the day, but is oh-so-tiny. 11.5 inches is roughly the size of a "Barbie" doll. Please say a prayer for these folks.
Now that my *dope* is wearing off, I find myself in need of a pile of blankets and a nap. May your day be happy and blessed. Thank you for visiting!
Tom, Stephen (Tommy) Daniel, Benjamin, Samuel December 26, 2017 |
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