I really didn’t do anything last week while I was sick. I tried to be good. Salem enjoyed me being home. I think he was permanently attached to my lap/shoulder.
However, when Salem wasn’t on my shoulder, he suddenly noticed the ice cream buckets of little potatoes I didn’t use from last year’s garden. They have become his new favorite toy. At the rate he’s going, I won’t have any left to plant in this year’s garden.
I spent most of my time sleeping or doing data entry at the dining room table. I am pleased to say that after way too many years, I finally have all of my family tree on Ancestry.com. I never want to type this out again because this is the third time I’ve had to type the information in all four of those binders.
Another thing that happened while I was sick was I quit milking. Zinnia was drying up after our disruption to the schedule, so I decided it was time to quit. The girls were not so happy about it, and I felt guilty not going out to let them in to eat, but I just wasn’t getting enough milk and I just didn’t feel like it.
My nephew was kind enough to come help with chores a couple of days. It was so easy to put that hay out when they were petrified of him and they ran away. At one time, all the goats were on the other side of the barnyard except Popcorn. He was happily munching with nobody pushing him out of the way.
I guess that’s the benefit of being a bottle baby who isn’t afraid of anyone. I really am feeling better, but I just can’t seem to clear the last of it out of my lungs. I’m afraid there’s going to be another call to the doctor for something stronger. Sigh…