Sick

Poor Ole Bessie is sick.  Despite the fact that we had a new clutch put in over the winter, it seems to be malfunctioning now.  My Dad was hauling a load of gravel yesterday, and barely got home.  This afternoon, the mechanic came with a flat bed and took her away.

It seems that those old moldy bales of hay contained more noxious critters than just snakes and nasty, biting ants.  I developed a lung inflammation over the weekend, likely as a result of breathing in all that mold and dust.  I had fever, body aches, chest pain and shortness of breath.  It was no fun.

I am almost feeling back to normal today.

I wonder when I will be able to haul a load of mulch for my flower beds?