Sidenote: Now they've scared me. LJ has changed the basic format for posting entries. Can't-deal-with-change-right-now.

According to doctor-by-email, I presumably have viral bronchitis. Hope that's not just a fancy name for a cold. Low grade fever continues in the night, breaks by morning. No restricted breathing, no chest pain. Just a lot of couging.

A god can't always answer your prayer personally. The girls do not seem to understand this. I'm late this morning because I was cold and tired. 9:30. They were pissed. One gets out just about every time I look. I rest. I get up. I throw chicken back that runs to me. I rest. I get up. I throw chicken back that runs to me.

This is my day.

And just to make things interesting, I added additional bricks to the fencing to keep them from going under it. I'm not sure if they're doing that or if they're flying over it or if they have a secret hole.

One of them is madly digging a hole to get under the barn wall. She pretends it's a dirt bath. God is not fooled.

And my god is laughing at me. I have this beautiful day to walk and I'm too sick.

Sick Frog Out