The past couple of weeks, I have been down with a super ugly case of bronchitis. I thought I had cold that kept rebounding throughout the holidays. I was urged to go to the doctor last Monday, only to be told that it was something requiring some intense antibiotics. Ugh! I stayed in bed last weekend and was told to stay quiet this weekend. So I have stitched, which has been lovely. My cough is nearly gone, thankfully. It was really gross sounding, and I think I could have blended in with the seals down on Fisherman's Wharf. I am truly grateful that I have access to medical care.
I am feeling super better this evening and plan on finally cleaning my house tomorrow. It is desperately in need of reorganizing and de-germing.
I think that Liesl must have had a traumatizing event with a bluejay in the backyard. We have noticed over the past couple of weeks that she refuses to go onto the grass in the yard. Liesl LOVES her yard and laying in the grass. Lately though she has been staying on the stone pathway close to the house. She keeps her eyes on the top of the back fence, where the bluejays tend to congregate. I am also finding peanut shells in the yard, further evidence that the jays have been around. I think Liesl was probably scared by one or swooped down on by a jay. It makes me so upset to think of her hurt or scared, particularly while I am not at home. It breaks my heart to see her scared of anything, let alone being afraid in her beautiful yard. We just try to coax her back outside and onto the grass.
Well, it is time for me to go tuck my little furgirl in. She has been cracking us up all weekend and is sleepy from all of her adventures.