Sonny's Sunday

There IS sun today. Which is good- as it is working slowly slowly at drying up the lake in His Royal Highnesseseses paddock. Sonny is wound. Like an eight day clock wound. Bouncing off the walls -were there any walls that is, to bounce off of. He is snorty, blowing, tossing his head and flagging his tail and basically dancing in place in impatience.

I did manage to free His Nibs from the mess of the paddock on a couple of occasions this week, but today.... Today I fear I am just too sick to be out there. My head is pounding, my nose runs at a non-stop fast drip, and the small act of bending over to tie on my boots left me breathless and the room spinning. Dear Husband merely shook his head and helped me back up. He knows as long as I can get the boots ON, nothing is going to stop me from at LEAST going out to toss Sonny hay and freshen his water.

Anything else though, will have to wait.

Instead, I leave you with this thought, as I head off in search of more Puffs Plus tissues and my couch:

Christmas? Almost here.
I am not ready.
Right now, I have no Cheer.
My nose glows like Rudophl's,
All rosy and bright,
And with fevered delusion,
I wish you all a Good Night...

Merry Christmas y'all.... stay healthy!
~MM