I have been sick in bed for 10 days now. Count 'em. Ten! I have found out that I don't do well when my plans are put on hold for this long. My brain is fuzzy-course I should have adapted to that by now. I HAVE to get the taxes finished for our now defunct business. I need to make the appointment with our tax accountant. I have other paperwork to do, the dust bunnies under the piano are gettting violent and the dog won't even go by there without cowering, my goats don't know me anymore, they call me maaaaam.
Easter is coming and I don't have anything ready. I think that the dinner is here and I need a ham, some potatoes, you know , the regular stuff. Our daughter's birthday is on Saturday and she'd like a birthday dinner, maybe even a present. I was sewing her some doll clothes and I wanted to get an Easter dress done to match one I made for her doll.
While I've been sleeping, blue smurfs have taken over my paperwork desk. They're like a small army poised to attack, backed up by a large polyester stuffed black bear, laid out across their rear lines.
And then there's the seeds that haven't been started yet, the 4-H meeting that I need to get ready for, the home schooling that is falling behind a bit.
Calgon....I need to be more flexible. I thought I had learned to bend enough not to get out of sorts about such things, but I don't think I've ever been sick this long. I have a hard time reading, but I have been spending more time in prayer. I know I'll recover, this sickness is not unto death. I so look forward to the day when I can hear, and don't have an ache in my head.
This is getting rambly. But need to go on a positive note. My honey started his new job yesterday. This is major praise. And I am better now than I was before, so with God's healing grace, I'll continue to improve.
Have a blessed day.