Influenza …
For the record, I don’t get sick. Ever. Don’t have time for it. Don’t have patience for it. In fact, even though everyone else at work has been getting sick, when I was out last week it didn’t occur to people that I would be home sick … because that just never happens. (And I don’t get snowed in, either.)
But I had a f-e-v-e-r and it flattened me! And a cough-til-you-think-you're gonna-die hack. So four days into it, I'd had enough and saw the doctor. She said “influenza … should we test to see if it’s A or B?” I said, "does it matter which I have?" She said, "not really but some people want to know ...." I said, "don't care, just wanna feel better."
So I got my prescription for Robitussin with codeine, went home and knocked myself out with the drugs. (Okay, enough whimpering ... I’m over it.)
Moving on, Andrea’s mother-in-law hosted Easter dinner. As in previous years, I brought a big vegetable tray … the ceramic bunny holds the dip. Aw, fur cute!
The tray and the simple hydrangea …
… were a huge contrast with the snow we’d gotten the day before, and the day before that, and Easter Sunday, and the snow scheduled for tomorrow and next weekend ... will it every end??
I really, really, really need it to be Spring!
(Knitting update: I still haven’t started a knitting project so there’s nothing to report on that front. Sorry.)







