Only we’ve not been drinking treacle, so it doesn’t seem quite so fair.
Elijah has had the worst of it as he had whatever he had until Thursday when he caught whatever I have. I am still down, Jordan and Grace have had runny noses off and on, Joseph is a cipher and Bethel and Isaiah have not succumbed. I am taking herbs religiously to avoid complications. The lack of sleep thing definitely takes a toll on one’s resilience. It’s hard to know where to draw the line–when to sleep and when to get up and push on. Adulthood….
A week of illness means a week of getting next to nothing done. We got seeds ordered and bare root stuff ordered and scythes ordered. We also got a new table and chairs that are built rather like tanks (I think I’m about ready to stop spending money now!), but no seeds started or beds built. Time is so relentless and unaccommodating. I am trying not to get discouraged.
Here’s hoping and praying for a healthier and more productive week upcoming and that it is raining next time I write! It’s in the forecast…