Fresh eggs from the Baldwin/Gonzalez chicken coop. Three are a very pale blue. |
I'm still mainly hanging out in bed. When I start moving around I start to feel sick again. Mr. B has almost (remember I wrote ALMOST) convinced me to go to the doctor tomorrow. I wish we lived in the time of Star Trek when "Bones" could run his handheld scanner across the body and immediately diagnose the problem. I think Jiffy Lube can plug cars into a computer and diagnose the problem. We need that!
Today I'm creating clean feed sacks. The kitchen sink is filled with the feed sacks, a little soap and some bleach. Although the marks on the sacks give them character, I'd like them to be as clean as possible before I use them for pillows and/or tote bags. But first, the Texans are playing so Rose and I will probably have a nap. She shares my lack of enthusiasm for football. And baseball. And basketball. But at least one of us will stay awake to watch tennis, ice skating and gymnastics.
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