It's a darned good thing I got so much accomplished in town on Thursday, because I've come down with some sort of bug. Hallmarks of this particular beast are a nagging headache, coughing, ticklish throat, and no energy to speak of at all.
I first noticed the symptoms Thursday morning, but I soldiered on, getting the heater motor in my car replaced, repairing the flat trailer tire, getting the resources I needed from the UAF library and doing my grocery shopping all in good time. By the time I returned home I realized that I wasn't going to be able to dodge this bullet, as my nose was running like a faucet, my head felt like it was inhabited by a Native drum group, and just feeding the dogs and scooping the yard left me feeling like I'd done a full day of work. I certainly wasn't feeling prime during our Mush with P.R.I.D.E. teleconference Board of Directors meeting, and by the time the meeting was over I was barely able to nuke up something for supper before crashing.
Yesterday was thoroughly miserable. I got the dogs their breakfast, and had to lie down for a bit to recover. I did a few little things with the computer, but otherwise just tried to rest before evening feeding. I fed the team, scooped the yard and watered the dogs, and was done in for the evening. I forced myself to cook a reasonably healthy meal and that was it.
Today isn't much better. All I've accomplished so far is feeding, watering and scooping the dogs, making a trip to the post office, and having short visits with Stephanie Little Wolf and Don Standing Bear. Don is moving to the Lower-48 for the winter (he has health issues requiring him to become a "snow bird"), and I really wanted to see him before he flies from the nest. I may try mowing the yard for one last time before I care for the dogs this evening, but I doubt I'll have much left by the time I finish.
I don't feel like it is a terribly serious thing, but I'm certainly not feeling my best either. For now all I can do is hang in there and hope it is a short-lived bug.