Maia and Daphne picking flowers in the yard
I am sick. Probably the sickest I've been since I had a stomach bug at Christmas a few years ago. I've been trying to tell myself all weekend that I'm not sick, because the beautiful spring weather has been calling me. So while I should have been in bed, I puttered in the garden, weeding and transplanting, walking around as slow as a zombie, and lying down on the lawn when I got too dizzy. And then I crashed. I've rarely had a fever as an adult and I don't think I've ever noticed my lymph nodes before now. All to say, no fun artsy posts or giveaways (what I had planned) today. I'm going back to bed.
Udate (Wednesday 2pm): Thanks for all the comments and well wishes. I'm feeling better, but not 100% -- in fact am calling the doctor today. Daphne came down with a fever as well a few hours after I posted this on Monday and is finally fever free as of today. It's Harry's birthday, so I need to see if I have enough air in my lungs to blow up some balloons...
