meeshie

Today I am feeling better. I am nearly caught up on the dishes, I got the beds cleaned, most of the laundry taken downstairs, and the rabbit pen cleaned up. The last is especially good, because they were starting to track the mess into the rest of the house. -.-

I'm still ill enough that I had to cancel this afternoon's client. I also smell slightly off, and I have that wretched metallic taste in the back of my mouth that reflects upon the uneasiness of my gut. The baby is less congested, but still feverish. I need to go to the store to get more tylenol, let alone milk and eggs and cheese and cereal and bread and and and. At least there are still plenty of veggies left from the market on Sunday.

This means that I will be more inclined to continue unpacking, putting up shelving, and taking more photographs. It also means that I will be making fewer annoying critiques. Ahaha.

It is gray out. Not just overcast, but actually gray. Rain threatens, there's a breeze stirring the cables that hang over the middle of the street. Long sleeves, long pants, and fuzzy orange striped socks. The spring plants are dying off, the plum tree's leaves are turning yellow. It is peculiar, this changing of seasons. I'm not at all accustomed to it.

Still, I think I like it. I really do.