I feel like I've come back from the dead. I had some kind of norovirus/stomach flu that started soon after I posted yesterday morning. Yesterday, before this bug started feels like it was weeks ago. It had me thinking about how many people die of dysentery every year (looked it up - 1.1 million) and how this must be similar to that (though norovirus doesn't last as long thank goodness). What a horrible way to die. This afternoon I started to feel better, drank some bullion and ate some jello and went for a walk down back with the dogs. When I got home I tried to remember how the sun looked falling on the hills farther down the valley.

Far Hills.
Being sick really made me appreciate NOT being sick and how much I love this life I have. And how sorry I am that other people aren't getting to live their own good lives.

The daffodils are coming up. Grandma's patch down over the hill. Not a very good pic. I tried to save something of it with photoshop. Just one bud so far.

Far Hills.
Being sick really made me appreciate NOT being sick and how much I love this life I have. And how sorry I am that other people aren't getting to live their own good lives.

The daffodils are coming up. Grandma's patch down over the hill. Not a very good pic. I tried to save something of it with photoshop. Just one bud so far.



































