Thursday, 2 January 2014

Pass the Buckleys

I was so tired I dreamed about being exhausted. In the dream I collapsed in front of our car as I was trying to get home. Some well meaning people wanted to know "Sir, are you all right". I remember being torn between gratitude for help and chagrin at being so helpless. In real life, I'm trying to regain some energy and see some improvement as I shake this flu bug. So much for the saying that cold air (like -30 this morning) kills viruses....

1 comment:

Gary's third pottery blog said...

OH BARTSTER get better, and Mother Nature, some warmth for them too, please!