Pretty much this morning was it. I’ve been sick all week. Thought I was feeling better on Saturday, so I worked in the yard, hard, for a good 3 hours. Sunday I felt like I’d been hit by a truck, and my illness came on stronger than ever. I literally lay on the couch and watched TV all day. I was soooooo tired. Well, I hate taking naps, don’t know why, but I do. Instead I went to bed at 9:00 p.m., intending to sleep until 9 the next morning (On Monday’s only I work from 11:30 to 8). Well…my body kept telling me to get up, starting at around 6:00, but I fought it…and then it started to thunderstorm and rain. :) Snuggle time. When I finally did wake up for the last time, about 8 a.m., it was to gaze upon the wet, yellowish morning light, and the dripping trees and singing birds, and a cooling breeze, from the cozy comfort of my waterbed. :) It was a good morning!