Yep, I was felled (more like pole axed) by one of the super-nasty, ugly-bugly germs (or maybe a whole army of them) that have been laying young and old flat out in our neck of the woods. (And in many of your areas, too, I know.) It hit me last Wednesday and today is the first day I've felt well enough to sit at my computer . . . which has been dull, dark and lonely for one whole week.
I now know what the expression "weak as a kitten" means. I also know that I am going to have to be very careful not to overdo it as I work at building myself up again after this illness. I do not like being so out of it that I barely remember some things that transpired. I do not want to go there again.
So as behind as I feel at this critical time of year, I'll get done what I can when I can and hope for the best. Our snow (except for in the woods, of course) is gone. Papa Pea uncovered the garlic, rhubarb and herb beds for me today and the little green shoots are pushing forth with determination.
I really must get a new blog header photo up along with a more seasonally appropriate profile picture. Although the current one showing me flat out in a prone position is only marginally less accurate than how I still currently feel. But knowing the worst is over, I plan to rise again.
For more than several minutes at a time.