This is one wicked cold–the worst one I can remember, in fact, but it’s hard to keep a cowgirl down–(completely down, anyway)–so I’m writing this in bed, on my laptop. I have the usual symptoms–coughing, etc.–but the predominant one seems to be simple fatigue. My goal is to write a little–rest a little–write a little more. It’s a challenge, all right, but as my old daddy used to say, “No matter how rough you feel, you don’t have to look very far to find somebody who’s worse off than you are.”
There are so many things to be grateful for, though, so I am in good spirits.
For instance, today is my daughter Wendy’s birthday. Needless to say, we’ll have to celebrate later–but Wendy is a joy to me every day, not just on the 6th of February, and her name is at the top of my gratitude list.
Sister Sally flew up the 31st, and we spent the evening with our mom, whooping it up, laughing, taking pictures, etc. This part of the year is loaded with family birthdays–first Mary Ann, then Sister Pam, then the Canadian Wrangler (Larry), then Mom and Jerry, with stepmother Edith clocking in on February 1 and finally Wendy, bringing it on home on the 6th. Phew!
Bernice and Cha Cha are keeping me company–I’m not sure where Jitterbug is at the moment, but she’ll turn up, if only because she won’t want to chance missing something, like cat treats.
I so appreciate all your prayers and good thoughts–they really do help. I’m doing what I can in the way of natural remedies–moss agate is good for a cold, and I’ve taken zinc (yuck! the taste is awful!) and droplets of colloidal silver, both of which seem to be better as preventatives than cures.
Few things, methinks, could be more boring than me rattling on about symptoms and cures, so I’ll cut this short–before I start whinging, as the Brits say. (Pronounced Win-Jing).