Recovering

It turned out to be pneumonia. Great. Actually, several people at work got pneumonia this year. My  cough was so bad I think I fractured a rib. Now that I'm recovering and getting a little energy back I have to be careful to splint if I cough or sneeze lest I keel over in pain.  But enough whining.

The days are nice, the nights are cool. The trees are finally green. Tulips are up. Perfect spring for my taste. Annelle is in NC for the week, enjoying all the clan. Olivia is especially entertaining at almost 5. She's a big story teller, making up scenarios for whatever comes her way. Viking ships, Egyptians. A pistol, that one. As soon as her mom gives the ok, she is coming to Maine for a visit.

When Annelle gets back she will continue where I left off getting organized and completely moved in. We are enjoying it here. Work and everything is so close. I walked up this morning to the Bayou Kitchen for breakfast and had grits!!!  And they were good!! That may or may not be a good thing, being so close to them. It's an Athens-funky type of place. Think Clocked or White Tiger.

Not too much to share, really. I think writing this makes me feel in-touch with all you friends I miss. So...