Hello… Is it me you’re looking for?

March 1, 2009

It’s been awhile I know. Life has gotten away from me. I let it slip through my fingers and never let the words come to these cyber pages.

engagement ringDecember 30 of 2008 was one of the happiest days of my life. Dave proposed! We are getting married by the end of the year. Probably in October. So that will be a fun topic to blog about.



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Quite a few things have happened since I have last written. As far as work goes really. As you recall, I lost an alpaca to a mysterious death and I lost the camel in a sudden and tragic leg break.

Recently, I have lost my job. I have 3 weeks tops left there.

It’s been very difficult. Emotionally difficult. I have spent years creating these wonderful relationships with all these special animals. Some I am closer and more connected to than others. Some I was there from the day they were born, others I raised from when they were 6 months old.

Days have passed where I have been ok. In fact I generally have been ok. Especially while I am at work.

But the days that I am home, left to think about this tragedy, I fall apart.

Yesterday I broke down in tears thinking of certain animals that will have to go. I got angry. So very angry and hated that this is what it’s come down to. And now I have to let them all down.

Thinking about the goat makes me so very sad. She pulls at my heart strings right now. She and I have had such a great relationship. She is an amazing training animal. Now, I have to bring her to a new place. She will most likely never be trained again. It kills me. I cry when I think about her. About leaving her.

Her new owners say they can come pick her up (as well as the other goat we have) on the weekend. I am just imagining what it will be like to load her up into the crate, shut the door and have her watch me as they drive her away. It tears me up. I would much rather not be there. I actually will be going to Vegas this coming weekend with Dave to start making arrangements for the wedding.  I think I really want to stress that I would like someone to take my place and be there so that the new owners can come pick up the goats while I am away. I think I’d rather not see them go.

So there you have it. I have pretty much placed all of the animals that need to be placed. It’s just a matter of actually bringing them to their new homes when they are ready.

3 of the animals will be staying behind. The zedonk, whom I have bottle raised since she was 1 month old. The mini donkey, whom I have raised since the day she was born. She is also one of my training animals. The mini horse, who was already there when I started working. He became my biggest training star. He was the first animal I started training all those years ago.

I think it’s just a matter of time before they go as well. At least I won’t be there to see it.

Other animals are staying behind as well. 4 of the dogs under my watchful eye and the tortoises. Who knows when they will go as well. I just hope the dogs find homes.

This is all I have the energy to post for now. More will come.

A few funnies

December 1, 2008

Pest Control

  A woman was having a passionate affair with an inspector from a pest-control company. One afternoon they were carrying on in the bedroom together when her husband arrived home unexpectedly.

  

  ‘Quick,’ said the woman to the lover, ‘into the closet!’ and she pushed him in the closet, stark naked.

  

  The husband, however, became suspicious and after a search of the bedroom discovered the man in the closet.

  

  ‘Who are you?’ he asked him.

  

  ‘I’m an inspector from Bugs-B-Gone,’ said the exterminator.

  

  ‘What are you doing in there?’ the husband asked.

  

  ‘I’m investigating a complaint about an infestation of moths,’ the man replied.

  

  ‘And where are your clothes?’ asked the husband.

  

  The man looked down at himself and said, ‘Those little bastards!’ 

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A Greek and Italian were sitting in a Starbuck’s one day discussing who had the superior culture.


Over triple lattes the Greek guy says, “Well, we have the Parthenon.”


Arching his eyebrows, the Italian replies, “We have the Coliseum.”


The Greek retorts, “We Greeks gave birth to advanced mathematics.”


The Italian, nodding agreement, says, “But we built the Roman Empire….”


and so on and so on…


until the Greek comes up with what he thinks will end the discussion.


With a flourish of finality he says, “We invented sex!”


The Italian thinks for a couple of seconds and replies quietly, “That is true, but it was the Italians who introduced it to women!” 

Poor Mattie Puppy

November 30, 2008

And so this is the last day of NaBloPoMo. I have failed and it’s ok. I tried to keep up everyday, but sometimes.. well.. sometimes life just takes over. 

Mattie, our dog, is upset. I have been a very bad mommy lately. I have procrastinated and have not kept up with her daily brushing. Mattie is part terrier, I believe border terrier, but not certain. Her hair gets quite scruffy and grew to about 3 inches in length. Brushing her every day has become necessary to control the chaos of her scruff, but more importantly, to keep her from getting matted. Which is exactly how she got the name Mattie in the first place. 

When she was rescued from the shelter before putting her down, she was completely matted and so her foster family named her Mattie. They clipped her completely and discovered she was also infested with ticks. 

Since coming to my home, I have let Mattie grow her hair out and her scruff has become a part of her personality. But, I have been a bad mommy and realized I needed to get rid of the mats that have started to form in her hair since I have neglected her brushing. 

Dave said we could clip her ourselves… well, after a bathroom covered in dog hair, a lost hour and a dog that is only half finished.. we decided we couldn’t. So we hurriedly brought Mattie to a Petsmart where a wonderful girl gave her a great clip and cut. 

Unfortunately, Mattie doesn’t think so. She is not liking her “nakedness”. Her behavior has changed quite a bit. She is not the playful and joyful pup she once was. She is a bit solemn and just seems upset. Oh well, I guess she will get used to it eventually. Thankfully, her hair will grow back and this time, I WILL take care of my dog. I’m sorry Mattie. 

On the fun side, her being clipped extremely short this time of year, means she needs a “coat” for our evening walks and my early mornings at the ranch. It’s been fun looking for the right coat and seeing all the ridiculous options out there. I will never put Mattie in a dress or a shirt that says “princess”. I do, however, enjoy finding her cute little jackets. I also don’t see the harm in getting her a “christmas” themed sweater, though I think Dave would disagree. 

I really hope Mattie starts feeling like her old self again. It makes me sad that she is feeling so “naked”.

spoke too soon

November 28, 2008

Perhaps I spoke too soon with my last post. 

After the chaos of all the pig drama, I did write lead woman an email replying to her question about putting the two pigs together. I politely said that if it is what everyone wants to do, then I will be a team player. I expressed that I did not agree with it and gave my reasons. Her reply was to tell me she had no idea what was going on and that she agrees with me. She even told me that she will follow my lead in regards to when it is the right time to put the pigs together. 

I suspect that I will be able to do so next week. I am seeing more positive signs from female pig. 

So yes, perhaps I jumped the gun with Lead woman. 

Before going home on Wednesday, which was a beautiful day of rain rain rain (no I’m not being sarcastic), manager mother called me on my radio to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. She also hoped that I would be living early to avoid the holiday traffic. Out of my 6 years working there, this is the first time she ever picked up the phone to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving. 

So, again, I think I spoke too soon. 

Thanksgiving was spent at my mother’s. It was her husbands birthday as well. This year, Dave got to go with me, he’s usually in Georgia visiting his own family this time of year. Since we were just in Georgia, that left him free for my Thanksgiving. 

Every year my mom out does herself for Thanksgiving and this year was no exception. My mom is a fantastic cook. Too bad I didn’t take after her. Growing up, I never had an interest to cook and being an only child, well, let’s just say that because we were a small family of 3, I was never relied on to do the cooking once in awhile. So… I never learned how to cook any of her fantastic meals. 

Dave and I were introduced to new friends of my mother. They are a nice couple she met through the corvette club in her area. What I just love the most about any function that I take Dave to, is that I always get so many compliments about him. I am always told how I have met a great guy and I should make sure to hold on to him. They don’t need to tell me twice! I have been through disaster after disaster of relationships… I am happy to finally have Dave in my life. 

In a way, I think I’m kind of jealous. In a good way. Everyone I meet always tells me I have met a great guy in Dave. I don’t think the same has happened in the flip side. In fact, I don’t know if I’m all that special to be considered a “great catch”. 

It was hard getting up this morning and going to work. Hard because I didn’t get enough sleep due to Thanksgiving dinner and the drive home. Extra hard, because I had to leave Dave behind in bed. He got to stay home today while I went into work. I was bummed to be there, but in the end, the day turned out rather pleasant. 

I spent some time observing the pigs and at one point I went to visit male pig. I started scratching his back and he really enjoyed it. Before I knew it, he was laying down in front of me. I spent a good amount of time just petting him. One of the ranch dogs joined us and it was so cute to just see him curl up right beside this 500 + lb pig. Imagine a 40 lb dog, curled up next to a 500 lb pig! It was a really really cute sight. I had wished Dave was there to take a picture with his great camera. 

I spent a lot of time with the tortoises as well. Their grass is getting really short these days. So, because they are still small, I was able to pick them up and move them out to an open grass area. They really enjoyed themselves and I enjoyed watching them graze and explore the area. I kept a watchful eye over then to make sure no one fell over an edge or disappeared. 

My day ended with a visit from Lead Woman. She rode her horse over to my side of the property. She told me she wanted to come over and say hi. I thought that was very nice of her. We chatted for awhile about Thanksgiving. It’s just so strange how nice everyone is being to me. I mean extra nice. These people haven’t been this nice since the day I was hired. Perhaps it’s because they feel sorry knowing how much the loss of the camel means to me. Or maybe because my day will soon come to an end there, so everyone is being nicer.

Tomorrow is my day off… I am looking forward to it. 

constant bull shit

November 25, 2008

Well, I seem to have pretty much failed at this whole “blog every day for the month of November” thing. What can I say? Having your camel suddenly be put down and spending an entire weekend in a different state, not being able to keep a single piece of food down, kind of ruins the appeal. 

So, yeah… my weekend… flew to Georgia with Dave. One of his best friends was getting married. I was lucky enough to go along for the ride. The flight there and back was an absolute disaster between delays and bullshit charges added to our 1 piece of luggage. Not to mention, I got some type of stomach bug/food poisoning? I couldn’t eat a dam thing the whole time there and I puked a few times. YEAH!

Back to the wedding… death seems to follow me everywhere I go lately. It’s stretching me very very thin. Not exactly a very happy thought. I lost my alpaca to a strange illness. I lose my camel to an unexpected leg break that results in a put down. I discover one of Dave’s salt water fish dead in the tank.. and finally.. la piece de la resistance…. the bride’s father passed away the morning of the wedding. Yes, you heard me right, the bride’s father passed away the morning of her wedding. When I heard the news at the actual ceremony, I caught my breath in my throat and the very first thought that flashed into my mind was… “Not more death.” Granted, it was not a sudden death, he had been fighting an illness for a long time and was not going to be at the wedding anyways.. but still… what awful timing. 

I went back to work today. I don’t want to be there. I feel as if I am useless. I feel my animals leaving me one by one. 

The manager’s mother works the office and handles all the paperwork and office duties that go with running our facility. While I was filling out my vacation form for the time off I just took, she was on my case about getting our to farm pigs together. She informs me that the place they are going to is ready to take them. I told her I am working on it and female pig still wants to beat up male pig. Right now I have them side by side, yet separated by fencing. Manager Mother insists that we need to get them together as soon as possible. Exhausted and stressed by this situation I tell her, I can’t simply put them together and keep my fingers crossed. She proceeds to tell me I can at least keep them side by side all day now that the weather has cooled off. (before I could only keep male pig out there for a few hours in the morning, because his side has no shade and he overheats) I politely informed her that the pigs are in fact side by side right at that moment and will remain so all day. 

Later, I talked to Pig Lady. Pig Lady has her own pot belly pig rescue and she is taking our 2 pot belly pigs. She was the one who found our farm pigs their new home. In fact, pig lady has been the one actually talking to me about what is going on with the pigs and NOT manager mother. This is ridiculous Pig Lady doesn’t work for us.. manager mother should be telling me what the fuck is going on. 

Pig Lady is telling me that the new home is almost ready. She once again tells me that these things take time. This can’t happen over night. I agree with her completely and tell her that it is going to take me awhile to get the 2 pigs ok with one another. Oh and let’s back things up a bit. Pig Lady is telling me the new home is not quite ready yet, however, manager mother is telling me it is ready. Who’s telling the truth? I know it’s Pig Lady. Manager mother is manipulating the whole thing. Oh and Pig Lady does not want me telling manage mother that she has been talking to me. 

So today I spent a lot of time just watching and observing the 2 pigs. Male pig was always kind and curious and female pig kept rushing the fence, biting the wood and trying to get male pig. In fact, male pig did get nipped at the ear. 

On my way out of the office, manager mother tells me she got the ok from Lead Woman that the pigs can go to their new homes. Once again, manager mother pushes the issue to get the 2 pigs together. She then tells me that Lead Woman had a fantastic idea of putting the 2 pigs together for the first time in our biggest pasture, away from the pot belly pigs since female pig treats them like her children. Hmmm.. funny, I told her of this idea last week. 

I made the long drive home and I had a few emails waiting for me on my cell. One was from Lead Woman… it reads : “Just checking in on the female meeting male plan…. Do you want to try it on Friday when I am there?”

Immediately I am steamed… STEAMED. I know how lead woman operates now… I am getting an understanding about office politics. This email is not a gentle “I would like to help”, no this email was sent to me because Manager Mother probably contacted her and told her I was being difficult and dragging my feet at getting these 2 pigs together. I am absolutely CONVINCED that this is what’s going on. 

I am pissed and hurt at the same time… and utterly disgusted. What is my point of being there? No one… no one gives a crap about my opinion about these animals. I am so angry right now. 

My reply to her will be a simple, I am not comfortable doing that this Friday. My reasoning is as follows. 1) Due to warm weather and lack of shade, male pig could only be side by side with female pig for a few hours a day last week. The whole time, female pig still acted aggressive towards him. 2) Now that the weather has cooled off, I can put them out there, side by side, all day. 3) I was not at work yesterday due to my trip, so no, nothing happened yesterday. Today the pigs were not getting along and tomorrow, I will not be able to put them outside if it is raining like it is scheduled. Thursday is Thanksgiving and I will not be able to witness their activity… so that brings us up to Friday. Am I comfortable with putting them together.. HELL NO!!!! 

I strongly feel that female pig will go after male pig. So what can result? These pigs can really tear into each other. We are talking 500+ pound animals with a sharp set of teeth here. There can be some real damage done and I don’t want that to happen. Not to mention, should something severe happen that requires medical attention, I don’t want an animal put down because we don’t have the money to fix it! 

The other scenario, the pigs meet, there is a traumatic scuffle and then male pig runs away to the farthest corner of the large pasture. Female pigs insists and again male pig runs away. This continues and continues. So have we made any progress? NO we have not. Now we still have 2 pigs that are put together in a large place and they avoid each other. Hmmm… now how is that going to help when having to put them in a trailer together or putting them in a smaller pasture together?

So yes, I am pissed… really really fucking pissed. I can’t believe this bull shit. I am upset that my opinion never counts around there. I am upset that I never had any of their respect and it was all just an illusion. Oh sure, everyone loved it that I could make the mini horse slam dunk a basketball, the mini donkey dance or the male pig sit and shake… but when it comes to their actual care.. my opinion doesn’t count for shit. 

So really, what can I do? 

If Lead Woman insists that we put the pigs together, I can’t stop it. She is higher up on the food chain than I. I want no part of it. I am not going to sit there and watch as my male pig (once again another animal I raised from 5 months of age) gets beat up by female bitch pig because, all of a sudden this needs to be rushed. 

Oh and everyone’s solution is, just get all the ranch hands gathered around with sticks and be ready to get the two pigs apart. Ummmm … this is your plan?!? OK… did we also forget that people could get seriously hurt here as well? 

I hate going to work now. This bull shit makes me sick. I feel as though they are really hurrying to get rid of me. Perhaps the rush of getting rid of the animals is the only way to get rid of me. I don’t think any one really cares if I go. I think deep down, nobody really liked me nor respected me even as the years passed. 

numb

November 20, 2008

Expect the unexpected? What happened today is not what anyone could have ever expected.

Earlier today, I witnessed the tortoises fighting. They are both males so I suppose it is to be expected. Only, this time, they were fighting close to their pool. The pool is shallow, however, should one tortoise push another and turn it upside down in the pool… there could be potential drowning. Naturally, I separated them, but now I have a new problem to think about…. What if they fight next to the pool and no one is there to see it if one accidently gets pushed in upside down. 

I had been busy all morning. It was just a few minutes after noon. I wanted to settle down for lunch, but I couldn’t without checking on the tortoises. Sure enough, they were pushing each other around but all is safe…. but in the distance I hear the camel groaning. 

I look over at her, she’s laying on her side and the alpaca is jumping on her. This is normal. When the camel actually takes a moment to lay down and enjoy the sun, the alpaca likes to pester her by jumping and leaning against her. At first I thought she was just complaining like she usually does, but there was something different about how she sounded. As I watched her from the distance, I noticed her attempt to get up and couldn’t. I started walking towards her, again, she tried and again she couldn’t get up. I didn’t know what was wrong and had no idea how long she had been down, but I don’t think it was very long. 

I got into the pasture and waited for her to try again and stepped in and tried to push her over. We did this several times. I stopped to look at her and could see no visible signs of injury. I started touching her front legs and she complained a bit, but again, I could not see anything wrong. 

Again, she tried to get up and this time I was able to heave her over. She couldn’t stay up and instead, flopped over to her other side. And that’s when I was finally able to see what was wrong. 

Her left front leg was clearly broken… and badly. Though it did not break skin, it was clearly broken all the way through. Her leg was also abnormally twisted. I was unable to see her leg before because she was laying on top of it before I flipped her over. 

Quickly, the necessary phone calls were made. Co workers came to join me. The doctor seemed to take forever to get there. We consoled the camel. Tried to make her more comfortable. 

At one point she fought so hard and actually did get up. She hobbled around on her 3 legs… the 4th swaying back and forth. A co worker grabbed me and pulled me back, concerned that I would be dumb enough to try to help and 1400 lb animal that could fall over at any second and crush me. But still, I needed to be there, our biggest concern was for her to go down on her right side so the broken leg would be easy to get too and not buried underneath her weight. 

Lucky for us, she landed just right. 

My co worker approached me and decided to tell me that because the break was so high (near her shoulder) there is probably nothing the doctor can do. In horses, this is an immediate “put down”. 

The doctor finally arrived, took one look at the leg and grabbed her supplies. She brought out large syringes and needles. I thought she was going to be sedating the camel a bit to take away some of the pain, but then I saw that fluid. I saw that strawberry kool aid colored fluid being drawn up into the syringe and all I could say was, “You’re going to put her down now?” 

Yes, there was no other choice. A break that severe and that high up is just impossible to treat and immobilize with an animal that large. 

I cried, sobbing, clutching the camel’s head closely. The fluid had to be administered intravenous. I knew that the process of sticking her with the needles would be hard. It was. The camel was unhappy. She began regurgitating and groaning. Her thick hair made it hard for the doctor to find the vein. 

Finally, however, the process began. Slowly the fluid was given to her. She got everything the doctor had that was 1000 lbs over the usual dosage she would have gotten. But still, our camel would not let go. It was painful to watch her, lay there, breathing, but not letting go. The doctor assured us she was not in any pain. 

Too much time had passed and a second doctor, a more experienced doctor came into the picture. It was time to take some better action. They put a 5 inch long needle, directly into her heart and finally…. our camel passed. 

The experience was much different than when our alpaca was put down. Co workers gathered around and cried along with me. Hugs were a plenty. Even co workers I didn’t think would care, or realize just how much the camel means to me, came over and embraced me tightly as I sobbed into their shoulders. 

“you were a good mother”

“I’m sorry” 

All words of caring and appreciation. You see, the camel came to us when she was 4 months old and just 211 lbs. Today she was over 1400 lbs and 6 1/2 years old… in fact she was getting pretty close to being 7. I raised her. I have been her daily care taker. I’m the one who taught her how to circle, how to lay down on command, how to crawl, how to bow, how to accept having her feet picked up, how to accept being groomed every day and stand still. I even got her to wear her saddle, but the day never came to ride her. 

Every day she and I took a walk around the facility. Every day I would have to call the horse barn and let them know we were on our walk. Horses for some reason, think camels are alien beings and really get frightened at first. 

So yes, she was my baby and I was her mother. We created a strong bond. We trusted each other. We respected each other and yes I think we loved each other very much. 

I was there to watch her take her final breath as I cradled her head and whispered in her ear. 

A co worker told me that things happen for a reason. Of course the 1st time she said this I cried and asked what the reason for this was. This was before the camel had passed. She had not answered my question. As she held me and we walked side by side out of the pasture, she said those words to me again… only this time she said: “Perhaps someone ‘up there’ knew that she would be unhappy. Maybe someone knew that she would be lonely the day you lose your job and leave this place. Perhaps, she has left this world now, because there would not be a better day once you left hers.”

I smiled and took comfort in her words and want to believe them completely. 

beginning of the end

November 19, 2008

Well, I put in a full day of work today. Though I use the word “work” lightly. I spent 2 hours of my afternoon talking to the potential buyers of our mini donkeys. She really does seem like she will be a good owner and take very good care of them. The only bummer is, our male will be castrated if she takes him. That way he can be in the same pasture as his “wife” and daughter. The new owner is not interested in breeding the donkeys and obviously he shouldn’t be breeding with his own daughter. 

I was going to talk to the manager today about his take on my “working my way out of a job”. I really didn’t need to, so I didn’t. He answered my question before I could ask. When the potential buyer was talking to us she asked which animals would be staying at the facility. The manager named off the same 4 that I had been told. So, I guess this is the beginning of the end of my days. *sigh* it really is a shame and a bummer. 

Nothing exciting has happened today. So I guess I will just end things here… 

Final Word?

November 18, 2008

So I made a half day at work today, using my illness as an excuse. Fact is, I could have probably managed a full work day today, but I wasn’t entirely in the game. Besides, coming home and resting up probably was a good thing in aiding a speedier recovery. 

There were things that needed to be done at work. One of the most important was making a phone call to the one person who will “tell me like it is” at work. I knew talking to her will tell me exactly what’s going on. 

The conversation, at least, told me what’s going on. I am basically working my way out of a job. I am being told that all but 4 animals will be going. Once all of them do go, I will be losing my job. 

When the manager spoke to me a few weeks ago, he told me he hated this plan. That’s why he did everything in his power to keep me there and work around this plan. 

Yet, it looks like it’s still going down. 

So, should I take the lead woman’s word that every animal will be leaving and so will I? Or should I keep the hope that the manager will have his way? What if he has his way? What if, with just the 4 animals left… he convinces them to keep me? I would still have a job.. that’s good. But some of the animals that have left, could have stayed… that’s bad. I don’t know if I should keep fighting to keep certain animals here or just bow out gracefully. 

I see the manager tomorrow , so I guess it’s my time to have a heart to heart. Tell him what I have been told and take it from there. Perhaps there is nothing he can do and though he had this hope to keep me around, it just isn’t possible. The owners financial situation continues to plummet. 

So I am still left with questions. Do I bow out? Or do I make a fight? Can I get the manager to take my side even farther? 

Ugh… only time will tell. 

sick day

November 17, 2008

I was up for most of the night. My new cold would not let me sleep. I tossed and turned, made frequent trips to the restroom, ate something at 2 in the morning … I knew at about midnight last night I would not be going to work today. I finally got some sleep sometime around 3 in the morning and woke up around 7. 

Dave went to work and I made the necessary phone calls to work to announce I wouldn’t be there. 

My day was pretty lazy. I stayed in bed till about 11:30. Hunger finally made me get out of bed. 

I spent a good portion of the day not only watching tv but also playing with the Nintendo DS. Dave bought me nintendogs and I am liking it a lot. I am taking care of a little dalmation I have named Sam. It’s kind of funny really, since I do have a real dog. I drove Mattie crazy today because I actually have to teach Sam voice commands. I must have a certain lilt to my voice when I call a dog, because Mattie was right there with me when I was calling Sam. Oh and asking Sam to sit… yeah… that really drove Mattie up the wall. 

I also played around a bit with Yoshi’s Island. It’s just one of those fun little action/adventure games where you go through worlds and kick butt till you reach your destination. 

The only “work” I did today was clean the guinea pig and rat cages and make some sweet tea. Taking Mattie out for her walks left me exhausted. It was a good thing I stayed home from work today. 

Speaking of work, yeah things were still going today. I got a phone call from the woman trying to help make the pig move happen (it’s a daily thing these days). She was going to be visiting with the people who were interested in taking our farm pigs. I am kind of bummed to have missed that. But oh well, what can you do? Tomorrow I am going to have to make some phone calls and find out what is going on. Who stays and who goes? 

Need to make arrangements for Mattie to have a baby sitter this weekend since Dave and I are going out of town. 

Taking things one day at a time. 

I’m sick?!?

November 16, 2008

So my day off yesterday was alright. It’s always nice to take some time off. 

Dave spoiled me by buying me a Nintendo DS. We are going out of town this weekend and he wanted to make sure I wasn’t bored on the plane. 

I also got my hair cut and I love it. I’m finally happy with my hair for a change. Let’s see how long that lasts! lol

This morning I woke up with a sore throat. I’m not sure if it’s due to the fires in all the areas surrounding us. This morning the skies here were smoky and you could smell it. The cars were covered in ash. My place of work however, seems to be clear. Which is a very good thing. Nothing worse than having to work in this. 

But, as the day progressed, I kept feeling worse. My throat is raw and my nose just won’t stop. It varies from being stuffed to being runny.

Dave is spoiling me. I am so thankful. He went out and got me soup and he also went out and bought a few games for the DS. 

I’m feeling awful … so I’m signing off for now.