This past week was good for Mrs. HM in the financial department. We sold the Bargain House flip (competely!), and scratcher luck was good. I'm at three consecutive days with winnings over $100. There are no BIG winners, except the $100 on a $3 crossword. But I've had a couple $50s and $25s and $15s. They all add up!
I should be dancing a jig with excitement. I'm not. I don't feel well. I blame it on Farmer H (you knew that was coming, right?), who has been waltzing around the Mansion for three weeks now, spewing his coughed and sneezed germs like Johnny Appleseed on a mission.
Wednesday, the day we had our closing on Bargain House, I was not really sick, but not really normal. My joints were extra hurty. On Monday and Tuesday, I'd had bad bouts of dizziness. Lying on my back in the master bedroom, I felt like I was in Willy Wonka's factory, spinning faster and faster, but without the delicious sugary ingredients. I figured it was just water in my ear from the shower the other day. That it was shifting around, depending on how I held my head. Or something with my sinuses, since I also had a dull headache at the back of my skull.
Thursday, I woke up with some hoarseness and throat-clearing. Through the day, my nose dripped a little bit. That's when I realized I'd caught FarmerHitis. You wouldn't think he'd still be contagious after so long having not-pneumonia. Which he'd had for a couple days, when his NP called on April 6 about his x-rays where she suspected early pneumonia. Which it turned out not to be.
Anyhoo... everything is going great, but I don't feel well enough to gloat! I have that burning feeling down between my throat and chest. You know, how it burns when you cough. It's getting a little better, but today my eyes don't want to stay open. I think they're dry because I'm dehydrated, or haven't been sleeping enough. They're not gunky or red to suggest conjunctivitis. I'm not enjoying innernetting, and the thought of going to town if the day remains sunny is off-putting.
I MUST get to town today, though. Because on Monday, supposedly we're getting the worst storm of the year, with risk of tornadoes between 5:00 and 7:00, starting around 3:00. The TV meteorologist gal said that she's usually home in her slippers then, but she plans to wear her SHOES! Doesn't that strike fear into the listeners??? Of course, she's just the Sunday morning meteorologist. Anyhoo... I need to get scratchers for today AND tomorrow. I don't want to risk my streak cooling off. That happens soon enough.
I told The Pony to be ready to run sit in the furnace closet if the weather gets bad. Not to just fall asleep early and be oblivious when lifted up in a twister! There's room in that closet to put a kitchen chair. So no hardship. It's the most interior sturdy room in The Pony's house. I know I can't make it to the basement of the Mansion, to our safe room. I guess I'll depend on the laundry room if the storm tracks from the west, as shown on simulations. Or the boys' bathroom, if it comes from the southwest.
I hope we don't lose electricity. But if we do, you'll know why I'm not around.
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