Sickness

I went to work on Saturday for the full day. I was making my self useful in the afternoon by plowing out some compacted dirt to allow for many different things to happen next year. The wind was cold but I had a couple of jackets on to file it's better teeth down to size. But Mother Nature finds a way. She turned on the tap. Very lightly at first but soon it evolved into a steady rain, just drifting down at an angle to my form riding the tractor. The cold winds flavoured the falling tirade during their descent to a crisp, cold curtain sweeping over me. It wasn't long before my clothes and my spirit were dampened. We decided to carry on with very little to conquer before we would be finished. During this window of time a chill set in. It would continue to worm into me until it ensconced itself around my very bones. Later than night I would feel the telltale symptoms of a sickness forming inside my being. I warned friends and family alike about it. Their concerns were fleeting but after a restless night I awoke in a full sickness. It would last 48 hours. At which point it's symptoms have become manageable. I returned to work and did a normal day. I was not 100% but I needed to get somethings done so I powered through. I hope to recover my full strength over the next few days. I have been greatly weakened by this illness. Regular tasks have become onerous. For that reason, my clean clothes will wait another day to make their ascent from the basement to be sorted and folded. Poor trapped clothes in that dark basement, encaged in the now cold dryer drum. Soon I will have the power to set them free, but not yet. Not yet.