If Nancy hasn’t been taking many pictures, I can really relate to that. I have taken a few, here and there, but mostly not much. Part of the problem is that I’m really busy, but it’s also the middle of the winter and there’s isn’t much to shoot.
Meanwhile, Garry hasn’t felt well and intermittently, neither have I. There’s some kind of stomach bug going around. He gets it, I get it. He gets it back. I get it back. My son had it. My granddaughter had it. Actually, it is possible that EVERYONE in town has had it so every time we go out for any reason, we come home with “IT.” Whatever “IT” is. The doctor seemed to think it was a version of the flu, intestinal.
It has certainly taken the verve out of our days and made us want to do nothing more than sleep, sleep, sleep. I’m not much of a sleeper, but for an insomniac, I’ve been tired.
In between all of that, I’ve got a lot of stuff to do and for once, it’s on a deadline.
I hate deadlines. They remind me of the bad old days, also known as “work.” You know. Having to get there on time? Do something for hours, then drive a hundred miles home? That kind of bad old days.
But in response to Nancy’s call to action, I took out my smallest, least intrusive camera and took a couple of dozen pictures. Some more of the Christmas cactus … and a few of the back porch which has some icy snow on it.
We got weather yesterday. It was supposed to be a lot of snow, but it turned out to be a little snow, a lot of rain, a good deal of ice. What’s left on the deck look like it would crackle if you step on it.
I did not step on it.