I guess I bragged about never getting sick one too many times

I know better than to invoke the gods. 

Last Friday morning I felt a tickle in my nose and a little scratchiness in my throat and that night it hammered me. Saturday was a misery, today better so I have high hopes for tomorrow. As long as I sit or lay still on the couch, I can breathe fairly well. As soon as I stand up and move around I'm totally congested. As if I have the energy to stand up and move around. I finished my book so it's been solitaire and internet and dozing and TV.

Monday...today I feel so much better, well enough to have to tackle the kitchen, the chore I have been ignoring for three days, where just about every surface is covered with dirty dishes. I'd take a picture but it's embarrassing. I also need to water the front yard and cut the grass in the Little Backyard. Right now I watching a wren groom itself, scratching and stretching and fluffing it's feathers sitting in the chinese fringe flower tree right outside my window. Yesterday, sitting here briefly, I was gazing out the window at the photinia about 30' away when a red shouldered hawk came out of nowhere, diving at a medium sized bird, probably a white wing dove, sitting in the photinia. The smaller bird took off with the hawk in hot pursuit swooping low over the Little Backyard and turtle tank, taking a hard left and continuing across the side of my absent neighbor's yard and out of sight. Both birds with the same motive, preservation of life.

I took pictures of the wren but it just looks like a blurry brown spot so instead here's a picture of the rangoon creeper blooming against the blue sky.