For those not familiar with the term, it is: a cold/flu/covid/plague worse than anything you've had before. If you ask Joan, she had the same thing last week; and while she had it, she cooked, cleaned, rotated the tires on all our vehicles (and that is a lot of work on the bikes), harvested a crop of potatoes and baled hay. And, we don't have a field of potatoes or hay.
Sarcasm? Ya think?
Whatever it is, it knocked me on my ass. Worse today than yesterday. Feels like it is settling in my lungs. I am taking over the counter cold and flu stuff... which tends to make me feel like I'm moving through glue.
After getting kitties fed and sitting up for a bit, I went back to bed. I am told that "sleep helps." Maybe it's a delayed reaction? Joan brought Murphy into the bedroom to lay with me. "This will help relax you." He stayed almost 4 seconds.
When I got up for the second time, Stella was laying on a cat pad on the couch. I sat down next to the pad and put her on my lap. She growled for a couple seconds then settled into a nice purr. I guess Murphy didn't want Stella to have all the attention, so he hopped up and laid down on the pad...
The three of us sat together for a half hour or so. Not sure how Murphy and Stella felt about it, but it sure made me feel better.
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