The Plague and I

Why is the mother person always the last one to get sick? Some nasty bronchitis thing has made its way through everybody else in the family, starting with Liz and ending up nailing Alan this weekend. Beck and Liz were sick for weeks...both still coughing, Beck barely managing to get by and go to work.

And now, after endless vitamins, and all kinds of being careful, it's my turn. 

Ah, well, if it weren't for bad news we'd have no news at all. Cows brought a lousy price yesterday, so we'll be scrambling because of that, dagnabbit. Went through the sale ring almost last, when all the buying was pretty much done. Wish they'd done better but they didn't.

So, as no doubt you can tell, I am borderline grumpy, although the Farm Side is done and filed and out of the way for the week. Which is always a relief. Got all the trucks in and out yesterday with no mishaps. Which is always good.

I may goof off a little today. Just a little. And try to get over this thing.....

So if posting is light, it's because I have a gila monster in my throat (no sense calling it a frog, it ain't no frog) but this too shall pass.Have a good one.