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I have a question. Do they shoot the old mare before they take her to the glue factory? This old graying mare wants to know. All weekend I have quietly uttered, “kill me now” but no one in my family is listening to me (as if I should be surprised). Once again, the plague has struck our house. Last Thursday night, I was once again shivering, sweating, aching, and coughing my way through the night (I still am). I worked Friday morning…and haven’t been back since. It’s 4:45 in the afternoon and I’m writing in my pink bathrobe. I did shower and get dressed today – just for the record…

Hubby and Big Guy (who is living here temporarily while he works in a neighbouring city) managed to drag themselves to work Monday morning, but Little Guy was starting to cough and felt warm so I kept him home. When I got up at noon (don’t judge me) he had developed spots – big ones, little ones, angry-red-boil-like ones…like I said, the plague!

I booked an appointment with our family doctor for Tuesday, so Hubby could take the day of and take him. They certainly didn’t need my germs too. Little Guy had to go for bloodwork in the afternoon, so I arranged an appointment…after hours when the clinic was empty…and the staff were gowned and masked!

 Yes, we are “unclean” and awaiting test results. So for the remainder of the week, Little Guy and I will be “unofficially quarantined” at home. On the plus side, I’m losing weight and my Minecraft Worlds are looking marvelous. On the down side, I feel no better than I did nearly a week ago…and Little Guy talks non-stop! I’ve completed 7 loads of laundry and like the jar of oil, it never runs out… I’ll let you know when the frogs and locusts arrive…

 Since it’s Wilderness Wednesday and I’m not venturing anywhere near the great outdoors, I chose a photo from my archives! Cheers!