Goatgirl has been sick. Very sick. Now I know why they want old people to get a flu shot. I am too old to feel this bad.
I thought a flu shot was for other people. Old people. Weak people.
My mom called and I said, "I'm sick."
She said,"Did you get your flu shot?"
"No, not yet"
"Well there you go,too late now," she says.
Hubby has been picking up the slack around here after his initial disappointment of getting home early on Friday to start the weekend of many projects. Oh I got off early on Friday too and breezed right by him on my way to my bed for the next 4 days. So he cleaned and cooked and went grocery shopping and also took care of all the animals...which can be quite an undertaking. And Hubby, God love him, sometimes doesn't notice things that need to be done. He's from the suburbs...what can I say.
So this morning, I crawled from my death bed to go feed the animals for the first time in 3 days. I was met by Alice's pitiful cry but that's nothing new, she always has a pitiful cry. Other than I don't think the poor cats were fed in a few days and Alice and Semi-Sweet's water was floating a few nanny-berries everyone was healthy and happy to see me.
Especially the cats.