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My return to work was met by a flu bug. It knocked me flat on my second day back. A more sensible person would probably have called in sick on that second day, but. . . I the boss and entire staff. I muscled my through until I almost passed out in the barn. Spent the past two days in bed and am now gently testing limits. Easy does it. So far so good. Got a ways to go but I am holding steady.
Today finds me self-deprecating like a mad-woman. Who am I kidding? This project won't grow into anything more enduring than any of my prior attempts. I should just get my flakey ass back to the gilded cage and sign up for my spa membership like a real woman. Hubs likes me better when he is the world's nicest guy taking noble care of his defective spouse.
Sigh. . . Maybe just the remnants of the flu bug talking? Self-esteem issues rattling their cages?
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Hey All...I hope that you have a lovely, peaceful beginning of your weekI have a bunch of chores that need doing but may put them off til tomorrow and just hang out with my landlord/roomie todayWhat about you?...Anything special going on?Have a great day and take good care of you!!..Xo
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Once again I've had a fever today. I'm not going to the hospital because that's a huge waste of time but I did schedule a dr appointment for Wednesday afternoon.

I was fixing a tea bath when a massive panic attack sent me running back in fear of offensive wording. I am still sorely tempted to have this post removed, but. . . Taking the risk and praying none of my words offended anyone. Political correctness is hard for me at best, and I am definitely not hitting on all cylinders today.
Hoping it was just a panic attack from a female who never did fit any given Norm.
When I can keep my sense of humor about it, I sometimes call it, "Chronic Foot in Mouth Disease." There is no known cure. I carry a salt shaker to improve the flavor of my foot.
How 'bout a nice eucalyptus and horehound bath? Gots an extra bowl of chicken soup, too. Homegrown, free-range chicken. . . You bring the videos. I left mine at the urban homestead.
My 3 year old grandson and I love the Little Einsteins episode where we get to sing Mozart with the the hermit crabs. I bet little Piper would love singing along.
Do ya s'pose Mozart ever heard of hermit crabs? His stomping grounds were pretty far inland with no educational documentaries on his laptop. I have no doubt he would approve of singing along, if the info had been available.