It's not the flu, swine or otherwise. It doesn't seem to be a sinus infection or bronchitis (yet, anyway). It's just an ordinary cold, but I've had it a week already. As usual, for me anyway, I feel better late morning to early evening, then feel worse again overnight and early in the morning. I sure am glad I splurged on my tea cup. The hot tea is soothing while I sit here and watch
Oh, alright. I don't really mind the rain. It's good for the gardens, and I don't get the blues from overcast days like some people do. Besides, I need to work inside today. But I have to say that the rain seems to worsen the problem we're having with
Those little tiny black ones that crawl on your kitchen counters, especially if there is one drop or crumb of anything sweet. Everything we've tried to get rid of them has failed, so I've called in an exterminator for this afternoon. No bugs, guaranteed, for 60 days. We'll see, but I'm going to hold the company to their word and make them come back if the bugs do. After all, this ain't no picnic, and the ants weren't invited.
Thursday, May 7, 2009