On the Seventh Day … the germs did not rest … unfortunately. Seven Days later, I have to say that this has NOT been a 24 hour flu. Having been awakened with yet another headache at 4:00 this morning (assuming I can audaciously call 4 o’clock morning), I am wondering when this will quit. Unusually, for me, I slept a lot on the first day and night of this attack. This gave me hope, but ever since then I have reverted to form, slept little, and have awakened at 4:00 on three of the past four mornings.
I had a few newcomers drop by this blog yesterday (remember the old days of blogging — before Facebook — when such an occurrence wasn’t so flippin unusual?). I then discovered that Hilary had chosen my Sunrise at the Cottage post as one of her photo Posts of the Week. It’s the one that included the photo from the bridge (eyes right). Thanks, Hilary. (Note to Self: remember to thank Hilary at her site and also those who visited.)
My poor BIL underwent major heart surgery this week. Ironically, he is the skinniest, fittest, and one of the youngest of the clan. However, genetics being the bitch (sorry, but that’s how I see it) that it is, he’s inherited this propensity and hasn’t been able to jog his way out of it. He’s a great guy who happily shares his cottage with us whenever we please. I’m confident that you’ll be up and at em and smiling again very soon, Brian.
Speaking of Brian and the cottage, here is a photo of an Asparagus Fern lit by the westering sun. We sometimes call Brian, Treebeard, and it was he who identified the bush, which I had mistaken to be a young Tamarack tree.
And … before I go … I include a very different kind of photo of an Excavator. I don’t think ya wanna mess with that dude, Dude … or Duchess.