Current location:	The Homestead
Current mood:	sick
Current music:	"The Beast in Me" by Nick Lowe
Entry tags:	pig, porcine, sick, stress

Porcine at Recline . . .

To sleep or to die, that is the question.

Day Five of vacation begins with something of a whimper. My nose just keeps running which is finally beginning to make me think I have a cold or something as opposed to it being my ever-present allergies. Or, it could be the allergies given that the weather has been unseasonably warm. Anyway, vacation began as most of them do: I left work all wound up and whoopin' and then tried to plan for other work for the whole vacation and then felt overwhelmed and then decided to do nothing since it was vacation and now my immune system is compromised enough from work/stress that now my allergies and/or a cold (see above) have finally kicked in. Even Mel(ody) was so disgusted with my rolling around in exhaustion that she went up to Brutha Drain's last night to watch the Cowboys game. (It was only on satellite TV so I listened to it here on the old dairy barn radio.) It was quite the thriller.

If I had anything else to say I would say it. But I don't. So there it is.

Goodbye.