It took me forever to get to sleep last night. I was so miserable. And I just couldn't/can't get the image of finding my sweet hens dead in the yard out of my mind.
I called my neighbor who lives next door and she called the neighbor who owns the dog and he swore up and down that the dog didn't get out all day but I have a hard time believing that. Suddenly, there's a different dog in my yard killing chickens for gleeful pleasure?
I don't even have the heart to go do a head count in the coop.
I don't want to talk about it any more. Not right now.
Plus, I don't have the energy to walk that far.
Lily texted me at 11:00 this morning to say she seems to have the version of the bug that I have. She didn't really feel that bad but couldn't get too far from the bathroom. How long did this last? She was supposed to go to work at 2:00.
I called her and told her in no uncertain terms that if this is anything like mine it's going to just be getting started by two and she was NOT TO GO TO WORK.
She listened to her mommy.
Speaking of images, from today's Tallahassee Democrat:
SHE FINISHED THE PIE!
My stomach hurts. Maybe I inadvertently ingested a demon.
I'm going back to bed.