It was time to fertilize the pasture, so Cliff and I went in the pickup to get the buggy with the goodies in it. Now, you city folks might think manure is used as fertilizer in the country; on big farm operations, sometimes it is utilized. But this is the white granular stuff, just like you'd use to fertilize your yard. I'm praying we get rain soon, so all this won't be wasted.
Yesterday I had a scratchy throat and felt a little "peaked", as my mom used to say. I figured I was getting a cold; since I've only had one this winter, I'm due one more. This morning I woke up at 4 AM with the worst sore throat I've had in years. I had a cup of orange juice and two aspirins, and then happened to remember that we had some Chloraseptic in the bathroom. Ah, instant relief.
When my daughter arrived with the girls, I told her about using the Chloraseptic, although I was sure it was four or five years old. She mentioned an expiration date being on some meds, so I checked. Good grief! The stuff is over seven years old! Hey, it still works fine, and doesn't taste any nastier than it ever did.
That goes to show how seldom we get sick around here.
I wouldn't say I'm "sick" today: My definition of sick is that you have to have a fever or be vomiting, or both. If I had a job right now, this sore throat wouldn't have kept me home.
I believe I'll be feeling much better tomorrow.