The fever was the worse part. It came with a headache and CRAAAZZZY dreams. It was as if I spent HOURS flipping through photos on someone else's phone. Just on and on and on. Mind you I've had more than my share of kookoo dreams, and enjoy them for the most part. They're fun to analyze the next day as they come back to me in drips and drabs. These fever dreams were horrific in their sheer length and tedious subject matter. I'll take an interesting anxiety dream, chock full of unresolved mommy/daddy issues any night, over the crap running through my head this last week.
But happily I'm on the mend, still not back to my energetic self. Going to spend the next couple days in bed, then I will get up and burn these sheets!!
I do have the best, caring friends, too. Since I cough with every other breath, texting has been the mainstay of communication. When asked what one can to help me out in my time of disease, I'm tempted to ask one of those lovely caring people to come make up my bed with me still in it.....of course I love my friends too much to risk passing along this crud to any of them.
I'm very anxious to finish my deck. There's not too much left to go. When that's done, I can assemble the raised beds to go around the sides and start planning the redo of another part of the yard. It sounds great until I realize my inner sleep clock has been kicked hard and I have to get back on normal time.