Argh!

Sorry Ivy!

I apologize for the actions of my uncouth (is that a word?) husband.

At least you don't have to live with him.

LOL

Life has been crappy

Life has not been good the last month and a half and I still don't feel good.

I been feeling increasingly crappy since the beginning of October, not sleeping well if at all, and just feeling bad. Until I started running this truly spectacular fever, and hacking my lungs up (or trying to), and the whole cold thing.

So I went and saw the doc and they determined that I had either a raging case of bronchitis or a very early case of pneumonia. They have since decided pneumonia (joy). I am "over" it, but still trying to recover. Yuck!

So it is going to be a while before I am back to my old, highly irregular, posting.

Sorry

Poetry - Daffodils

I am not a really big fan of poetry, but every not and again you will run across one that captures a moment with such vividness that it touches something inside you.

I can see the daffodils, can you?

William Wordsworth

I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.