I was quite excited to be back from our long weekend, ready to get back in the saddle and back into some training for both Bar and me.
Then this tickle started in the back of my throat, followed not too shortly thereafter by a cough, aches, and weariness.
Really? I have things to do! Things that don't involve being sick, tired or grumpy. Work is a must, so barn time is compromised until I feel a little better. Poor Calabar. He got carrots and licorice last night, but that took all the energy I had. Tonight I didn't even get there because poor Steve came down with the stomach flu and someone had to buy something for dinner or we'd all starve.
By the way, Oliver likes roast chicken. A lot. I'm not even sure he chewed.
Ugh. Stupid, inconvenient, bad-timing, germs. Bah.
Going to bed now. Take that, dumb germs.