It figures. I finally have the truck sitting in the driveway and could get out of the house and go do something, and now I feel so sick, I can’t get out of the house and go do something. Such is my life!

Yes, I am officially declaring myself sick. What was a simple allergy attack last week is now something more than that. It feels like it might be a sinus infection, though I feel worse than I usually do when that happens. In fact, I feel a little like I have … the flu. Needless to say, I’ll be staying home and puttering around the house in a drugged stupor for at least a few more days either way.

In other news, I am beginning to suspect even more strongly that Sasha, the wildish outdoor cat our previous neighbors left behind when they moved, has not, in fact, been de-sexed. Let’s put it this way: she grew overly plump, disappeared for a couple of weeks, and now she is back begging for food with a vengeance and looking very slim and trim. She’s not the sort of cat one can touch or pick up, and there’s really no way to get a look at her belly to see if either she’s been fixed or is feeding kittens. I haven’t seen any kittens, but she comes running from someone across the street as soon as she hears my front door open in the morning.

And … something chewed off half my fennel seedlings and all my tomato seedlings. I’ll probably pop some more seeds in this afternoon. Not that it will do any good, as whatever it was –I suspect birds– will just chew them off again anyway.

I have some things I could rant about this morning, but quite frankly, my head is throbbing entirely too much to think that hard about anything. I think I’ll take some aspirin and have some coffee and maybe knit a little. I still haven’t played with any of the new yarn! That would probably be a good no-brainer thing for me to do today.