but I make up in intensity what I lack in frequency. My head feels like it’s gonna splode, my joints ache and throb, i’m hacking up gobs of lung butter that taste like chicken soup, and each time I sneeze I spray a toxic mixture of viruses and phlegm everywhere.
I ought to go somewhere else not to infect the family, but the FAMILY INFECTED ME.
Back to bed. Can’t sleep but maybe I can rest.
Mowed the front and back and fed 344,976,853 mosquitoes. Was reasonably cool so I didn’t mind so much, but had to do it all over again I’da kept a backscratcher with me
I take great pride in the fact that I can start my Power King with a piece of rope. You pull it once and the carb primes, and the second time it starts, almost invariably, after forty six years.
Today it did something it only does once in a great while. It backfired.
See, I just have this piece of rope in my camo pants, that I wear while mowing. I just wrap it around the pulley, and get a bight of it in my hand, and then yank. When it backfires, It wraps that rope so tightly around your hand it can break bones. I managed to avoid losing my fingers but the hand hurts pretty good.
Feel a bit better, the “Work it off” cold cure always worked best for me, still coughing like a maniac but not so achey. Suppose tomorrow will be another story.
Don’t dare go to bed early because I’ll wake up at two and not be able to sleep anymore.
neighbor has mowed the lawn, whcih now shames me into mowing mine. At least it’s not as hot as last week.
The fever, sore throat, and splitting headache is gonna make this a treat. Cover me.
