Rainy Monday


Frank is out of town today. He’s got my cold now too, just the headcold part so far. He doesn’t sound so good over the phone. He says he’s feeling OK though. I, for myself, am not feeling that bad, but I had another bad night last night, that’s three in a row. It’s this virus-cold thing. I’m just bothered by it enough that in the day it’s just blah and not bad just blowing the noze and sneezing off and on, and feeling a bit tired, more tired when I sit down, but at night, I’m tired, very tired, in bed I am just achy blah, not comfy, not totally horrid, just not comfy at all.

I’ll be glad when this thing lifts.

I’m a bit yuckied at this though, since I was planning on painting the hallway upstairs, with Frank not here. But I’m feeling bad enough not to undertake that job. Well, I do have to get the hens moved outside. They were moved yesterday, but Frank was going to move them for me today before he left, and forgot. It’s been raining, so it’s mucky in their pens already. It’s like that. If it doesn’t rain it’s alright to leave them there a day or two. With rain it’s best to move them two or three times a day. Rarely do they get moved when it’s raining though, so the white hens get really muddy and terrible looking. The other hens are all dark and look fine in any sort of weather.

The last few days the hens haven’t laid as much as they had been doing. Don’t know why. It’s just the way it is sometimes. So off I go to slosh through the wet grass, it’s very soggy underneath it all.

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