It’s a beautiful day, and I have the energy level of mashed potatoes. This pesky little cough that has made it’s way into just about everyone’s life, has seemed to have taken over mine today.

I’m tired of the coughing, and I’m just plain tired.

I don’t really feel bad, just tired. But not the sleepy kind of tired. The kind of tired that feels like I have just ran a marathon, when all I’ve done is brush my teeth!

My garden is calling me. But the best I can do today is just observe.

I know it could be worse. I’m thankful it’s not.
I have a warm house, warm clothes, and a nice hot cup of tea.

And I know that this won’t last forever.