Twelfth day

Rosie is being more productive than I am this sunny Sunday. She, at least, laid an egg right next to the yellow golf ball in her new nesting box. After three escapes, each a little more daring than the one before, Steve netted the top of the chicken run and I bought two official nesting boxes from the feed store. So far, so good.

I'm still laying around and coughing, but slowly -- very slowly -- getting better. I got an e-mail from my grandson, "Nana, I'm sick. I had to stay home from school." -- but he bounced back after just a few days. I haven't walked, as in my usual one mile walks, for two full weeks!

I did give Brix a bath this morning and Youngest Daughter scrubbed Demi and Parisse so if the dogs are laying around with me, at least they're laying around clean. I'm trying not to complain too much since this is the only time I've been sick in 2010. That's fair, isn't it -- one cold per year?