I suppose this was bound to happen at some point. Not so much an 'if' as a 'when.' As in... when will I get socked with that nasty flu?
The happy 'clutter' in my kitchen window.
Not the ever popular H1N1. I'm referring to the [alleged] minor flu that's been making the rounds in my neck of the woods.
My dear friend, Karen, was down with this flu and has been too ill to hike for over a month.
But, I never get sick! So, I wasn't worried.
Though I did feel a little tired on Friday afternoon. So, I put on my cowgirl jammies... curled up on the couch...
... and, didn't get out of those jammies until Monday morning!
When I crawled into bed it was autumn; when I woke it was winter.