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Our old house.

I’ve always wanted crisp, clean live edges on my flower beds in front of our house. I tried to do them a few times whenever I mulched each year.

I didn’t know how to do it, but I attempted it anyway. The grass and weeds crept back into the flower beds before the Fourth of July—every year. Ugh!

The flower beds had no definitive edges since the grass crept in.

I’ve always admired properties with beautiful flower beds and precisely edged-lawns. This is so common everywhere, especially in fancy homes and developments.

Finally, this winter, I was hell-bent on having properly edged flower beds with organic shapes. Why does it matter, and what’s the big deal about edges? I like them, that’s why.

I started watching YouTube videos last week and found a guy who wasn’t a professional; he was a kook like me. I started my edging project on Friday; I worked all day on Saturday and Sunday.

The shaping and edging of the bed. I am a perfectionist and drove myself crazy during this phase.

Toward the end of the edging, I started using the proper half-moon edger tool that the guy from YouTube was using. Marty picked it up for me when he was getting mulch. This was a major game-changer!

My super duper half-moon edger.

Take a look at that edge and deep trench, baby!

The job went faster and easier than with the shovel I had previously used. I felt like the kooky guy who was as obsessed as I was.

On Monday, I did the actual mulching, which was done before noon, and so was the little bit of sunshine we had that morning.

Most of the days I worked, it was cool, cloudy, or lightly raining, which was the best time for me to work on this kind of project.

As a side note…When I start a project, I become consumed with it until it’s done. Marty is the same way. This is how we get shit done so fast.

I wore the same sweatpants, t-shirt, and hoodie throughout the project. It’s sort of gross, but whatever.

I figured that since my clothes were already filthy from sitting and kneeling in the dirt, why dirty more clothes? Work smarter, not harder.

Ta-da! It may not be a big deal to most people, but the kooky people know it is!

I am super proud of how crisp and clean my edges are. It was a lot of work, but it was totally worth it.

From now on, I can keep the edge crisp after the lawn is mowed with a weed whacker. I watched the guy do that in his video, too!

Next spring, I will have to clean up the edges, which will take no longer than one afternoon using my half-moon tool.

I also added some perennials to fill the beds with lots of color. They will also cover under the porch railing, which is unsightly to me.

The perennials were a small investment that will spread and return fuller each spring. Why the hell didn’t I do this before? I wasn’t inspired, I guess.

Was my project worth the time spent? You bet your ass it was, and not only that, but it looks fabulous too!

For my next project, I am creating a wildflower garden from scratch with a live edge in our backyard near the pool.

This is another project that I decided was worth the effort this past winter. The wildflower garden will get better every year when it starts reseeding itself. I am giddy just thinking about it.

I’m starting that project tomorrow afternoon, and I am confident that it won’t be that hard now that I know what I’m doing.

Last year, we had a tiny garden on our new terrace using two raised beds.

We made a lot of mistakes with this new type of gardening and have learned a lot from it.

One of the things that drove me nuts was the terrace layout.

It was difficult to get to the veggie plants since the beds were too close together.

The potting table needs to be near the hose and will take up less space being up against the house.

I am asymmetrical and the way things were placed has to be changed.

I started to think about it after the holidays and wanted to design a new layout.

This is hygge wintering at its best.

My drawing of the new terrace layout is very crude on paper, but it helps me see my idea come to life.

We planted way too much in the two raised beds and used the wrong compost resulting in a poor harvest and plant growth.

I put together a must-have list of plants I wanted to have in my kitchen garden.

Many will be in pots this year along with herbs and flowers that are companions to the veggie plants.

I moved the seating area to the center of the terrace facing the mountains instead of looking at the place next door.

The flower boxes on top of the wall will be more symmetrical as well. They also drive me nuts last summer.

I am researching what types of plant and flower varietys that would be best for our terrace garden.

Gardening is something I am looking forward to and using this wintering time to plan is a first for me.

By the way, I still am enjoying winter this year. Another first. ❄️

Photo image from The Farmers Almanac.

If someone told me I would write a blog post like this one, I would have said, “Get the hell out of here!”

The clocks have been turned back, and it’s dark before 5 pm. Everyone is complaining about the dark on Facebook. I used to be one of those complainers. 

This has been a life-changing year for me. I’ve become a person who is more aware of everything around me and appreciates it. 

I look at things with new eyes and perspectives. Thinking I only had 3-5 years to live back in March threw me into a deep depression and gave me a nervous breakdown. 

Thank goodness that was not my prognosis with my type of lung disease, but it made me pause, and with that pause, everything changed.

When I was little, I loved all four of the seasons. Of course, summer was my favorite since school was out, and I could stay out until the street lights came on.

Unfortunately, this summer was a holy hell for me health-wise, as I struggled to breathe during the hot, humid summer. I sweated constantly and had zero energy. Having rain every other day didn’t help.

I always looked forward to fall. It meant I could wear the back-to-school clothes without sweating my ass off. I loved jumping in piles of leaves and Halloween as much as I love it today.

We got married in October because it’s such a pretty time of the year. It’s not too hot or too cold for a wedding. The weather was perfect and produced colorful outdoor wedding photos.

After we moved to Vermont, I began to dread fall every year because I knew a cold, dark winter was right behind it. When we first moved to VT, we loved the winter because we liked skiing and snow tubing. 

After our first winter, the sad truth was even though we lived near three ski mountains, we couldn’t afford to go skiing. We quickly discovered how high the cost of living in Vermont was with low wages.

We lived on rice, oatmeal, and pasta since we had no money, our heating bills were so high, and our place was still cold. Charming but fucking freezing.

Spring was always exciting because things were coming back to life, and summer was approaching. I rejoiced when I could get my bike out again, and my dad started mowing the lawn again.

Here in Vermont, all that changed when we learned about mud and blackfly season. Both were horrible, mainly where we lived up in the mountains. Snow was still on the ground in June.

That brings me to this year. The year that shocked the shit out of me. Perhaps one of the most challenging years for me, maybe the most important one.

I started to notice the things that brought us to Vermont in the first place. I found joy in things and realized VT was a beautiful, quiet place with a simpler lifestyle, which we appreciate.

As I adapted to my new “life” with another disease, I found having to slow down due to breathing issues was a welcome change. I used to go like the energizer bunny from when my feet hit the floor until bedtime.

Now, I don’t enjoy rushing around, period. That includes eating, drinking morning tea, shopping, and running errands.

Marty dug out his union suit the other night.

With my blog posts, I can see the changes occurring slowly. Marty has adapted to our new life as empty nesters and my limitations almost gratefully. We work hard, but we aren’t spring chickens anymore.

As the fall weather came this year, I appreciated the crisp, cool days; I could breathe, and the cool temps felt wonderful. I could smell the leaves and watch them turn color, die, and fall. 

Was that a pun? I never thought of the word fall as something literal. 🤔

After I learned more about the Danish word hygge, which means warm and cozy, I wanted to be warm and cozy and realized I had been living the hygge way for years without knowing it.

For example, when the temperature dropped, I always looked forward to making warm, hearty, comfort food again and stocked up my freezer and pantry for the winter.

I started burning more candles to create a cozy, warm environment. We got our throw blankets and fuzzy slippers out.

In today’s society, when the clocks change, it’s almost like panic hits for people. There is something about the dark that makes people miserable. Of course, seasonal depression is a real thing, but this is about when we turn the clocks back.

People have busy lives and are always out and about with packed schedules. The dark suggests they soon will have to stay indoors and sulk. That was me, folks.

I researched the subject of darkness. I found the farmer’s point of view. Some religious groups consider anything dark as evil. I enjoyed reading about the Celtic perspective and Samhain. I read Wiccans and other subcultures take on the dark season.

I liked the Chinese way of looking at late autumn and winter as the Blue Black time. They say this time of the year is filled with blues, purples, and black. So true. I never thought about that before.

What I got from the research is that they all have a common theme, except for the extreme holy rollers; mind you, they are full of fear and negativity.

Nature dictates the seasons and knows what to do. People for thousands of years have taken nature’s cue. At the end of autumn, when everything dies and rests until spring, they did too. 

During the time of rest, people ate hot and hearty meals. Their root cellars and pantries were stuffed with root vegetables and summer veggies that had been canned.

People were careful they would have enough food and not run out. They welcomed the rest and appreciated slowing down. Candles were lit, books were read, and hobbies were enjoyed.

People make New Year’s resolutions in our time, which is the opposite of what they did a hundred years ago. Maybe this is why people fail miserably every year, sometimes in the first week.

Back then, resolutions waited until spring with time to think about what you wanted to strive for, like planning what would go into garden beds or switching crops.

Today, people don’t know how or may not want to slow down and take winter for what it is. A time of rest. It is a time to appreciate this intimate time of the year and snuggle under blankets, read the book you haven’t had time for, try new recipes, or pick up a hobby.

I am now embracing the dark season. I have my cozy space where I write and draw. It’s where I enjoy my tea in the morning. I have soft lighting, along with a throw blanket and comfy pillows. Klaus loves this spot, too; I have to kick him out often.

My space is away from the television, which is always on and is too much for me. I love YouTube, but there is only so much I can take. In the UK, our back room would be called a snug. The word snug is so fitting for my space.

I am planning and looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas. My shopping is done, and my menus are planned. I love cooking during the holidays more than the rest of the year.

These trees are similar to the ones I will be using this Christmas.

Our Christmas tree situation is different with the sassy girl Nelly around. Instead of a big live tree, we are trying something new. Small trees I picked out of the garbage. Another person’s trash is another person’s treasure.

We need simple shatterproof ornaments for sure. I decided to make some of my own Christmas ornaments this year. This hasn’t happened since Noah was little. 

I saw two simple ornaments at Pottery Barn that I loved but were ridiculously expensive. I thought, shit, I can make them myself. I hope it doesn’t turn out to be another Nailed It episode. 😂

Disagree with me all you want about embracing the dark and winter. Hell, I would have before this year 💯 percent.

My goal for this blog post was to try to change your perspective so you can enjoy this natural time of the year like our ancestors did. Maybe people could be less damaging by not hating and despising the next five months.

This post was a lengthy one, and I hope some of you can make a change and embrace it. Consider this song’s lyrics as a good thing, not bad.

“Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.” 

It’s happened slowly over time, but the pandemic pushed it over the finish line; I am a homebody. I know, I can’t believe it myself.

There is nothing wrong with being a homebody. As much as I like staying home, I still like small, intimate outings with friends and family. 

I wrote about hygge a couple of months ago, and since then, it’s like I’ve transported myself to a different place.

In case you didn’t read my hygge piece, here’s the word’s definition. It’s pronounced two ways: hoo-ga or hue-ga. That shit below isn’t any help. Lol.

hyg·ge
/ˈho͞oɡə,ˈho͝oɡə/

noun

A quality of coziness and comfortable conviviality that engenders a feeling of contentment or well-being (regarded as a defining characteristic of Danish culture).”why not follow the Danish example and bring more hygge into your daily life?”

This weekend has been a perfect example of being cozy as fuck. Marty is away at an EMS conference with Sam, so I’ve had the weekend with Nelly & Klausie. 

I used to be antsy and bored alone, but not anymore. Yes, I miss Marty, but my alone time has been divine.

The cold, rainy, and raw weather provided the backdrop for coziness. I enjoyed the weather from the comforts of our home. 

I didn’t set this weekend up, thinking it would be a hygge weekend since I’ve been living this way this fall. It just happens, and I love it.

I cooked and baked some of my favorite foods: cozy af foods. Again, there was no menu planning; I just ate what I felt. 

Cozy af foods, aka comfort food, fit the bill this weekend. Each item was made with as much love as when I cook for others. 

Delicious food = pleasure for me, even if it is a simple bowl of flagrant steamy rice topped with a pat of butter and a sprinkle of salt. 

So what kind of cozy af food did I make? Food that felt like a big fat hug? 

Friday afternoon, after Marty and Sam left, I made a pumpkin pie, one of those foods that should be made and eaten more than one day a year. 

Friday night, for a late lunch, I made legit fried garlic and rosemary french fries, which are possibly one of my favorite foods that I couldn’t live without. ☘️

After reading a blog post that my friend Maria wrote. On Saturday morning, I recreated a dish her mother made for her. I texted her immediately and told her I couldn’t wait to make it.

She was going to make it also, “It’ll be like we are having breakfast together,” she texted back.

I made a warm bowl of milky rice porridge topped with a pat of butter and a generous sprinkling of cinnamon and sugar. It smelled so good.

You want to talk about a big hug; holy shit, it was so good! I’ll be making this again whenever I have some leftover rice. 

Come to think of it, I may even make rice just for this porridge. I’ve been on a porridge kick using the word and the dish. It’s a seldom-used word that I happen to think sounds cozy af.

Since it was our 34th wedding anniversary yesterday, I thought about what I would order if we went out to eat; yeah, I know we rarely do, but whatever; I was pretending.

Like when I was a kid and always wanted either Italian or Chinese food for my birthday dinner, I chose Italian food: chicken parm and spaghetti, to be exact. 

I get excited whenever I think about chicken parm because it’s another food I couldn’t live without. This meal is definitely a hug for me.

Chicken parm is not the act of making chicken and topping it with sauce and cheese; it’s the loving process of steps that makes it to die for, a true food of love.

I made a small pot of spaghetti sauce and let it simmer all afternoon, which smelled incredible. That familiar smell waifed through the house and was making my mouth water.

After making the sauce, I set up a dredging station and breaded the thin chicken cutlets I pounded the crap out of. I put them on a rack and stuck them in the fridge until dinner. 

This rack trick ensures crispy chicken cutlets since the breading has time to stick to the chicken, and the bottoms don’t get soggy. 

After I fed Nelly and Klaus, I turned on some cooking music, poured myself a glass of red wine, and began making dinner. I filled the kitchen with candles, another one of my favorite things.

We live in an 1832 historical home and love lighting the rooms with candles. I imagine what it must have felt like when the house was a servant’s quarters.

I set the kitchen island with a gorgeous placemat and cloth napkin, just like I do at most of our dinners. Just because I was dining alone, why should it be any different?

This is where Marty and I eat all our meals when it’s just the two of us. It’s a cozy af place to eat rather than the dining room. It’s like eating at a chef’s table, a special place to dine.

I fried the chicken cutlets and made my portion restaurant-style on a professional kitchen firing platter. 

When the spaghetti was almost done, I threw the platter into a hot oven and watched it closely. 

I no longer drain pasta in the sink since I always finish it in a saucepan. I butt the pasta pot up to the saucepan and transfer the pasta without too much of a mess. 

I plated up my meal and sat down to eat. I didn’t feel lonely even though I missed Marty; I felt like I was home, not just a location, but a feeling deep down inside me. 

My meal was delicious! This Jersey girl can cook Italian food like nobody’s business. My meal brought me back to one of my childhood birthday dinners at an Italian restaurant.

Sunday morning, I’m sitting on our loveseat in our back room sipping a cup of Earl Gray tea, another one of my favorite things. Those first few sips of warm tea have been sacred to me since I switched from coffee in February.

This spot in our backroom is my favorite place to write, looking out at the mountains with the light snoring from Nelly and Klaus. Talk about the feeling of contentment and coziness! How hygge!

Marty just texted me saying he missed us. I can’t wait until he and Sam get home tonight. I have a cozy af meal in mind to have waiting for them.

I woke up at 7 am and came downstairs to let Klaus out. I left Marty and Nelly, who had their heads on pillows in the same position breathing softly.

I grabbed a blanket and snuggled with Klaus and wrote a blog post about our dinner party last night. I still have to edit and let my laptop charge.

When the sleepy heads emerged, things got crazy fast since Nelly is always happy to see Klaus and vice versa.

They played while we sipped our tea and coffee. I put on a soft jazz playlist and lit a apple cider candle and began emptying our dishwasher and drying rack from last night.

I wanted a cozy breakfast that sticks with the porridge type food I’ve been craving. I made creamy grits with over easy eggs. It was satisfying and perfect on a chilly morning.

As I am looking out our back room windows, the foliage this years is nothing to write home about. The pounding rain took down a lot of leaves.

Tourists still visited our area for a fall getaway or one of the many weddings this holiday weekend.

Our friends Buzz and Tabetha, new owners of the Arlington Inn, reopened the old Deming Tavern after a complete, much needed, ceiling to floor renovation, opening up the tavern to accommodate more people.

The tavern is beautiful! Tab did a wonderful job sourcing the appropriate time period pieces that makes the place ooze with charm.

They purchased the Arlington Inn last year and have done non stop renovations bringing the neglected Inn back to life.

We were invited to the soft opening which was wonderful! We are so happy to have a place to go to once a week again!

My laptop is charged! I’m ready to edit my next blog post! Have a great day guys! The good news for us is the skies are turning blue and the sun is coming out! Yay!

*** I didn’t edit this piece so it’s a case of it is what it is.

Since Nelly reset my body clock, I go to bed early and wake up early which I am really enjoying. My insomnia is a thing of the past thank goodness.

This morning, Klaus asked me to to go on the front porch with him. It’s a little chilly but the sunshine is warm.

It’s quiet in Arlington with only the sounds of different birds, hawks and woodpeckers. No cars have driven by for minutes at a time.

Instead of doings things in the house, I decided to do nothing but sit with Klaus and enjoy his company and the beautiful morning.

I’ve really changed my friends. Enjoy all the beautiful moments in your lives, all the little things can wait.

After my nervous breakdown in April and my visit to the lower world with Hawk, I was shown all the beautiful things in my life. Right now, right here. After that, I started looking at everything that brings me joy and what does not. I started getting rid of stuff that didn’t bring me joy.

The first thing that came to mind was the joy of gardening. There are plenty of reasons why I stopped gardening; besides not having enough time, I hated kneeling and weeding constantly. The weeds seemed to grow back before I was done. I also didn’t like black flies buzzing around my head and face.

Back then, we planted a culinary garden with different sections. There was an Italian section with Roma tomatoes, Italian parsley, eggplant, and basil. The Mexican garden had other tomatoes for salsa, cilantro, and peppers. The Asian garden had scallions, Thai basil, peppers, and Japanese eggplant, to name just a few.

It was fun growing a culinary garden and planning what I would make with what we produced. When I thought about what I loved about gardening was that concept. When planning our garden in our raised beds, we kept it simple and grew an Italian kitchen garden.

After the septic system catastrophe, we ended up with a new retaining wall and slate terrace, which came out fantastic. This was the silver lining of a costly project that had to be done immediately. I didn’t freak out when we realized what needed to be done. I was looking ahead at the outcome.

Since I went on that journey with Hawk in April, I have been tested repeatedly. So much so that it makes me laugh. I can get over situations quickly, giving the worries or anxiety away and focusing on the now. I see hawks hovering over our house or while I am driving. Hawk, my power animal, is very powerful, which I am grateful for.

I’ve tried to live in the now for years; I have statues of Buddha everywhere to remind me. Now, instead of reminders, I give thanks and gratitude to Buddha when I see them. I bought a Buddha statue for our new garden that greets us when we enter the terrace garden.

Tonight, before I went out to water the garden, flowers, and herbs, I remembered my favorite part of the day was watering the garden with a cold glass of white wine or a summery cocktail like a gin and tonic with a lime.

That’s exactly what I did while dinner was in the oven and the sun was just right. I loved padding around barefoot on the slate pieces of the terrace that were still warm from the afternoon sun. I was caught up in the moment and realized this was one of my favorite joys!

Our house is usually tidy, especially since we decluttered many things and went for a simple design with clean lines. 

Don’t get me wrong, when we were super busy with the business, and I was sick, there was shit everywhere. I was so ill I didn’t care, which is unlike me.

Even when I think my house is a wreck, people who stop by think our house is clean. I guess it’s different perspectives and expectations. Mine are very high since I am a total asshole perfectionist.

The last time I gave the place a top-to-bottom cleaning was at the end of January when we hosted a dinner party for our friends. A week before, I became ill. 

Last week, in the production kitchen, I learned I could not be in the kitchen when it’s being disinfected with bleach spray and sanitized. 

We tried using a bucket with bleach and water, but that made me cough my head off, and my airway felt raw. I needed to use my emergency inhaler to catch my breath from coughing. 

Marty has taken over the production kitchen disinfection and sanitizing; however, on Friday, I returned to the kitchen with a towel over my face to get something, and I coughed until Sunday. This is a serious problem.

I love cleaning and washing whites with bleach. When Noah was small, someone said he was so clean he smelled like bleach. I was proud sick then, but now I think I was a complete whack job.

I shudder thinking he breathed in bleach every day. Up until last week, bleach meant clean to me. How else could I get his onesies, socks, and white shoelaces sparkling clean? Ugh! 😑 

After we realized I couldn’t do the final cleaning in the kitchen anymore, I knew I had to change all the chemicals I used to clean our house and laundry. I had to replace everything literally! 

Marty went to Hannaford Supermarket and picked up the line of Method cleaning products. I already used some, and they worked fantastically. The shower spray shocked me with how well it cleaned the white shower tiles. I sprayed it on and didn’t rinse it off as the bottle said.

I switched to free and clear laundry pods and ordered new shampoo, conditioner, and detangler for my hair. I already use an all-natural goat’s milk soap I get from my friend Joanne, a fellow vendor at the farmers market. Joanne’s soaps smell great and last 4-6 months.

I don’t have an appointment with my new pulmonologist until April 26th. I don’t know how bad my pulmonary fibrosis is. I am taking it very seriously if I am going to fight this fucker and live a long life. 

Tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone, but I am living a little to no chemicals life, eating healthier, even healthier than I am already.

I also started moving more; Nelly was the perfect answer to the moving more part. I can’t wait to go for walks with the dogs when she gets a little bigger.

The title of this blog post is called, Cleaning 2.0 since I have to change the way I clean with different products

Even if you think your home is clean, it’s not a new baby, puppy, or kitten clean. Holy shit, there were more hidden dust bunnies, electrical wires, and all kinds of shit she could chew on, eat, or pull over. 

Today, when Klaus and Marty, were out making deliveries in NY. I found an old baby gate and blocked Nelly in our back room. She needs constant supervision, and this was the best place for her.

While I was upstairs cleaning, I suddenly heard a bunch of noises. I went downstairs to check on her; she got tired of playing with her toys and hiding out in her bunker, also known as the loveseat. She knocked over or pulled down everything she could reach. Nosey Nelly!

I decided at that moment It was snuggle time. Nelly laid in the same spot behind my legs where Otto used to when we snuggled. It made me feel good; instead of making me cry because I missed him so much.

Klausie boy isn’t a snuggler, so I am glad Nelly is. Today, I felt connected to Otto through Nelly; it was a beautiful, peaceful feeling.

I am happy to report I am going back to belly dance tomorrow night while Marty holds down the fort in puppy land. I’ve missed it so much and the lovely women I dance with.

Have a good night and a wonderful Wednesday.

I wonder if everyone gets specific food cravings when they are sick. I do, and they are different with each sickness. 

When I had the flu a few years ago, I only wanted baked Brie cheese topped with strawberry preserves. I would spread it on toast or crackers. 

When I had covid last April, I wanted Hunts Snack-pack chocolate pudding. Badly!  When I finally got my pudding, Marty and I had covid simultaneously, the packaging is always a major disappointment. When I was a kid, it came in a tin can with a ring-pull top to open it. 

Anyone who was lucky enough to have one of these babies in their lunchbox ate it just like I did. 

You would carefully lift the ring-pull and pull slowly. If you went too quickly, the worse thing would happen, the ring pull broke off, and you couldn’t open your pudding! Yikes! This only happened once to me, and I was heartbroken. Lol.

Next, you would lick the sharp metal top to get every speck of pudding. Then you ate it. I ate my slow and savored it. I also loved when my mother would make boxed pudding for my dad and me and spoon them into little glass custard cups. Yum! I licked the saran wrap that covered it, of course. it wasn’t as fun as a sharp metal lid, but still good.

This time while I have bronchitis, I want creamy, buttery, salty foods. I’ve had buttered rice, buttered potatoes, buttered grits, and today pasta carbonara. I’ve been craving sweet things too, but we don’t have anything in the house.

Marty just headed out to Bennington to pick up a prescription for a cough suppressant since nothing is working. Express care was a useless trip over the weekend. They told me I was Covid negative and had bronchitis. No shit Sherlock! 

Express Care prescribed me nose spray that did nothing except give me horrendous headaches and nothing for the cough. A hacking, painful cough that never goes away, making me have to sleep upright in a chair. 

My primary doctor was not in today, but luckily another provider looked at my “chart” and gave me a cough suppressant! Hallelujah! 

Marty asked me earlier if there was anything I wanted when he went out. I sat down and made a list. Keep in mind, my list of items is nothing I would ever think of buying, let alone crave.

Ice Cream

Chocolate frosting in a can

Popsicles 

Ginger-ale

I know that when Sam had covid last May, he only wanted brown sugar and maple oatmeal. Lol.

I sincerely hope this new prescription works because no matter what, I have to go back to work tomorrow. I haven’t worked since Thursday. 

I don’t have to worry about a coughing fit in the kitchen since I wear an industrial mask all the time to keep the fine flour particles out of my sinuses and lungs,

Yes, it’s a thing that happens to people who work with flour a lot. It took me a year to figure this out for myself. It’s called Bakers Lung. If you didn’t know, well, now you know.

That’s it for now; hopefully, in my next blog post, I’ll be on the other side of this bronchitis. Happy Valentines Day tomorrow! ❤️

*** What a guy; Marty is the best and got me everything on my list. He’s my Valentine every day!