Still, I fully intended to put out a post. My head was not responding to aspirin, acetaminophen, caffeine, or my heated neck-vibrating collar. The Pony had come down with a cold between 11:50 when I last saw him, and 3:10 when we reunited. I was a bit concerned for him, as Farmer H has been battling that bug for two weeks now, and finally went to the doctor and was diagnosed with bronchitis. I decided that I could leave my dark basement lair for the recliner to watch our show, then come back and finish. When I awoke from an unplanned slumber at 1:00 a.m., still with my headache, I threw in the towel.
So now there's nothing new to tell. The headache is gone, but the nausea it brought is still clinging. Surely I did not eat some expired leftovers! The Pony awoke with a raspy voice but less unproductive coughing. He reported yellow-green snot. I got up at 7:30 and took my regular medicine and tried to catch a chair nap. I managed 30 minutes during The Pioneer Woman, until I was awakened by Farmer H calling to tell me that he had harvested the old fence work had given him, and was starting home. Then I caught another 30 minutes until I was again awakened by the bank being a pest with a courtesy call.
Some bill-paying ensued. About all I accomplished was making biscuits for The Pony, and then whipping up some lupper for us all at 4:00. The Pony had honey chicken and pineapple tidbits, Farmer H had BBQ chicken chunks and mozzarella sticks left over from the Super Bowl and the remaining pineapple, and I had some super nachos. Perhaps not the best choice for my delicate stomach, as I could not finish them, nor my celery sticks with Hidden Valley Ranch dip on the side.
Tomorrow's trek to The Devil's Playground seems almost insurmountable.