Monday, June 29, 2015


I remember my mother using the term
"I feel like death warmed over"

That is exactly how I feel today.
What is up with me getting sick in the summer?
I never get the flu in summer.

Monday chores are NOT getting done.
The Laundry sits in sorted piles by the hamper.
The house is cluttered with weekend goodies
the big bed is NOT made.
I always make the bed in the morning.

On the happier side of this morning.
Libby ate all of her dinner today.
I did walk.
I shouldn't have.
Four murderous miles.
That is why I feel like death warmed over.

Leave me alone.
I think that I am contagious.
I am grumpy, but I love you.