Never before have I seen a variation of the flu bug so insidious. You think you are done with it and then it comes back just enough to sap you of your energy and keep you tired all the time. On the up side, I am getting lots of sleep which is probably a good thing.
One result of too many daytime naps is being awake at odd hours. The other evening, being awake at 3 AM, I looked out my living room window and noticed it had started to snow. My street looks kind of old fashioned, with street lights made to look like the gas lights of long ago. Combined with the big snowflakes falling, the scene was quiet and peaceful. I watched for a time, thinking how nice it was to have an ordinary city street turned postcard pretty. Only about two inches of snow fell, but it was lovely.
My cleaning lady is worth her weight in gold. I have a tall, narrow shelving unit in my kitchen that holds large bottles of seasonings, canning jars full of things like mashed potato flakes, dehydrated hash browns, canning salt, pancake mix, etc. Today she cleared out the unit, washed down all the shelves, the top and the two small cupboards it contains. She even wiped the accumulated kitchen grunge from the bottles and jars. In the past few weeks, she has washed down my bedroom and kitchen walls, all without being asked. I don't think my apartment has ever looked this good!
I still plan to do some canning, but am putting it off until my energy returns. In the meantime I am ordering what I need using my grocery delivery service and just freezing items like corn and peas and beef roast and hamburger when it is on sale. That way I can do small batches on good days and avoid those canning marathons I used to do.
Duane brought me a bucket of ice cream and a box of ice cream cones. Yes, I know. It is Minnesota and it is sub-zero temps. But here in the tundra, it is never too cold to indulge ones self with ice cream. Which I have done. More times than I care to admit to.
All things considered, life is still pretty darn good!
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