Sick Day

So I woke up yesterday with a cold sore and a migraine. Opening the Imitrex revealed I also have a painful bruise on my palm, below my left index finger. Fine I get it, sick day. I still had to get up early to see Tori off to Jump Camp, and then take Simon to the orthodontist for molds and x-rays. Another new face in the works. We stopped at the A&W on the way home.

Since thunderstorms were predicted for the afternoon anyway, a nap on the couch wasn't difficult to justify. Sadly, neither the rain nor the nap happened, but it was a delicious thought.

Meanwhile, the brush isn't going anywhere, and I think the way I felt might have been penance for having overdone it a little on Tuesday. I went to bed early-ish last night, slept all night, woke up late (for me) and I feel much better. Picture... hmmm I need a picture. How's this?

I've never really used the panorama feature of my camera, but I needed to, to get the wide shot I was after. All that open, mulch coloured area? That used to be like the area at the left side of the picture. That last bit in front of that leaning pear tree, where the lawnmower waits is today's couple of hours' work. The stumps, and a few of those not-so-healthy trees will go eventually, but that's not going to be my job.

What I did on my summer vacation...