This morning we had some snow flurries here in north central Alabama. The local meteorologist is (tongue in cheek) calling it a "flizzard." It was only a dusting that stayed on fallen leaves and logs only, but it was a nice change. My chickens seemed happy about it. My throat is sore. I was hoping it was just dry from sleeping with my mouth open because of stuffiness from allergies, but I'm afraid it's not. I think I just may have caught my husband's illness. He has been ill for a week, actually took off from work last Wednesday (unheard of for him), and he still feels ill, but much better. I guess I'm in for it now. I hate being sick. I am not a nice person when I am sick. Well, practice in patience and endurance coming my way it seems.
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