Well it is not even eight o'clock and I am sitting here recovering from feeling sorry for myself. Shame on me. I have had the crud since Friday afternoon. If it was not the flu (and since I had the flu shot, I do not think it was) it certainly gave a good imitation as all the symptoms of the flu were present. I had planned yesterday to go to the doctor this morning, but woke up around one sweating like crazy, which meant the fever and chills were gone. I went back to sleep until 6:30 and when I got up I realized that I had returned to the "land of the living", so I will skip the doctor since I have not met my deductible for the year and do not want to spend the money out of my pocket. I am weak as a kitten, but will get stronger as the day goes on and I move around some. I have done nothing but lay in the bed or on the couch and only got up to go to the bathroom or feed the dogs, which have been really negelected, poor babies. That is not why I feel sorry for myself. I was supposed to go and help decorate the church this morning for Christmas and then go out to lunch with Kitty, Edwina, Elaine, and Maizie. I will be missing all of that and hate it, but what is, IS. In all seriousness I did have a moment of self pity, but it lasted less than one minute. I am so thrilled to be feeling better. You do not get much done when you are ill and that is a bummer for me.
Glad you got your table upstairs before it was too late to do so for many months. Maybe you will get a weather break with some warmer afternoons and can tung oil with the door opened. We had such a day yesterday because of the cloud cover and high humidity.--no rain though. I want to say more, but I have used up all my energy. I will post later.
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