You know that something is up when you wake to sunshine (after weeks and weeks of dull gray skies) and feel no excitement. (True, that sunny interval was scheduled to last only for two hours and it did just that, but I turned my back on it and refused to stir.)
Damn. I feel sick.
Well what a surprise. Snowdrop had her bout with this, her mommy had her bout with it as well. So now it seems only the men are spared. A gendered bug that hits right at the stomach.
But but -- it's not in the plan for this week or for today! I have to shop for my 17 people dinner party tomorrow!
You know how some 20% of the people engage in conversations with themselves? I engaged in one this morning:
I feel too spent to get up!
Yes, but this will pass. Snowdrop's bug passed quickly enough.
How can you invite people to your house if you have a bug that may zap them as well? If everyone gets sick the next day they'll think I poisoned them!
But I'll be fine tomorrow!
Maybe. I really have no idea.
This continued as I went in and out of that dozy state and by the time I fully roused myself I noted three things: the sun was gone, the hour for shopping had long passed, and finally -- yes, I was feeling a tad better. But doubts about tomorrow festered and so I withdrew my dinner hosting offer.
Damn these stupid bugs.
Breakfast is a modest affair. In the kitchen no less.
I do feel fine enough to look after Snowdrop (who nearly for sure was the source of this downturn) and so I tell her parents that I am up and ready to bring her to the farmhouse.
It's a cold and gray day (so two strikes against it), but she is happy to be out and about...
... even as I urge her at the farmette to hustle indoors. She may not feel cold, but I am in no mood to play outside.
At the farmhouse, she, rather predictably, goes straight for the tea set...
... and luckily, she picks up my quiet cues and spends a good bit of time drawing and then reading books. She'd found some old flap books from her younger years. She likes to remind herself how fun it was to be a wee one. With age come all those new responsibilities!
I add some new books to her repertoire and she likes those too...
Of course, Snowdrop also has her energetic side.
She can outrun me in the house even when I'm feeling peppy (and I am not feeling peppy today).
This is when I tell her we both need a nap.
She sleeps, I rest.
And then it is near evening. She eats just about her favorite (at the moment) snack -- corn. Ed comes from the sheep shed to join us. Here are three photos of our time at the kitchen table:
Ahah's coming!
Hi ahah...
Now let's play!
And then it's back to the tea game...
(She pours, she hands out cakes and tells us -- here you go, guys!)
Ed, as usual, searches her lunch bag for leftovers. Blueberries!
We finish off with a sip of "tea."
Me, I could use some real tea. I am happy that Snowdrop's back to being bouncy and strong. I'm a little less bouncy but much stronger. Most certainly, I'm looking forward to a less disagreeable Tuesday morning.
Damn. I feel sick.
Well what a surprise. Snowdrop had her bout with this, her mommy had her bout with it as well. So now it seems only the men are spared. A gendered bug that hits right at the stomach.
But but -- it's not in the plan for this week or for today! I have to shop for my 17 people dinner party tomorrow!
You know how some 20% of the people engage in conversations with themselves? I engaged in one this morning:
I feel too spent to get up!
Yes, but this will pass. Snowdrop's bug passed quickly enough.
How can you invite people to your house if you have a bug that may zap them as well? If everyone gets sick the next day they'll think I poisoned them!
But I'll be fine tomorrow!
Maybe. I really have no idea.
This continued as I went in and out of that dozy state and by the time I fully roused myself I noted three things: the sun was gone, the hour for shopping had long passed, and finally -- yes, I was feeling a tad better. But doubts about tomorrow festered and so I withdrew my dinner hosting offer.
Damn these stupid bugs.
Breakfast is a modest affair. In the kitchen no less.
I do feel fine enough to look after Snowdrop (who nearly for sure was the source of this downturn) and so I tell her parents that I am up and ready to bring her to the farmhouse.
It's a cold and gray day (so two strikes against it), but she is happy to be out and about...
... even as I urge her at the farmette to hustle indoors. She may not feel cold, but I am in no mood to play outside.
At the farmhouse, she, rather predictably, goes straight for the tea set...
... and luckily, she picks up my quiet cues and spends a good bit of time drawing and then reading books. She'd found some old flap books from her younger years. She likes to remind herself how fun it was to be a wee one. With age come all those new responsibilities!
I add some new books to her repertoire and she likes those too...
Of course, Snowdrop also has her energetic side.
She can outrun me in the house even when I'm feeling peppy (and I am not feeling peppy today).
This is when I tell her we both need a nap.
She sleeps, I rest.
And then it is near evening. She eats just about her favorite (at the moment) snack -- corn. Ed comes from the sheep shed to join us. Here are three photos of our time at the kitchen table:
Ahah's coming!
Hi ahah...
Now let's play!
And then it's back to the tea game...
(She pours, she hands out cakes and tells us -- here you go, guys!)
Ed, as usual, searches her lunch bag for leftovers. Blueberries!
We finish off with a sip of "tea."
Me, I could use some real tea. I am happy that Snowdrop's back to being bouncy and strong. I'm a little less bouncy but much stronger. Most certainly, I'm looking forward to a less disagreeable Tuesday morning.
