10:13 a.m.

Barney is cold this morning, so he has bundled up to do his schoolwork at the kitchen table. Slippers, tuque, several warm shirts.

There’s that dark, tiny kitchen ... which we will live with for yet another year. I thought we might very well build the new one this fall, so didn’t invest time doing anything to this one. After all, if we build a new one, this old one’s going to be our bedroom. The scratched-up, ancient cupboards will be ripped out; the wallboard and crap will be replaced by new gyprock at the very least; nothing will stay but the lino, which I plan to cover with a large area rug presently stored in Ma and Pa’s basement.

But now, I’m looking at living in the room for another year, and thinking Hm. One year, fine, but two ... I really ought to at least paint it to brighten it up. It’s not possible that the paint could make it uglier than it already is. Is it?

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Here’s hoping that a couple scrambled eggs will relax my neck, and 15 drops of echinacea extract will give my white blood cells an edge against the sinus cold that attacked early last night. I had to go back to bed this morning after seeing Don out the door, but am now feeling well enough to be up and dressed, at least.

Just as I was saying “almost mended!” too, from the cough thing. Okay, maybe it’s my own fault, for I swapped deep spit the previous afternoon with a man suffering a nasty cold. Should have known better, but figured I’d already been exposed to them for several days so should have some immunity built up against that particular virus.

I’m dead tired of being sickly. Something must be done. It’s not as if I haven’t been dosing with echinacea extract over the past weeks. Okay, not regularly, but frequently. And it’s not as if I haven’t been eating oranges and drinking juice, or getting enough sleep. It’s not as if I’ve been stressed out.

What else can I do? Make sure to drink enough water. Cut my caffeine intake back from two cups a day to one, or none. Quit the frigging smoking. Eat more greens. Take the rosehip Vitamin C daily.

If I start feeling better today I’ll make up a pitcher of the Master Cleanser and binge on that until the lemons are gone. Can’t hurt.

I am disheartened though. I want to feel myself again, dammit.

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4:24 p.m.

How bad is that, when all you have to talk about is your ill health? Gad! I’ve slept most of the day, and thought several times about making an entry here, and put it off because the only thing on my mind is how crappy I feel.

I know, it could be worse.
Excuse me while I sneeze and blow my nose for the zillionth time.