A determined cold has landed on me, and I’ve been sneezing and coughing and wheezing for a bit. Maria has been ferry her homemade soup, and directing my care. I am not good at this resting business. This morning, I got out to take some chicken photos, and wrote two chapters in my Rose E-Book. I had a conference call with some people who want me to speak in San Francisco this Fall. I talked the University of Wisconsin people in Madison Wisconsin who have organized the Elizabeth Socolow Award I am getting March 3 for “Meet The Dogs Of Bedlam Farm.” If the airfare is low, Maria might come. I worked on plans for the Hubbard Hall Writer’s Project I am teaching this Summer. We will be screening people.

I got into bed this afternoon, but couldn’t sleep. The cold roared back tonight and persuaded me to get back to bed. I am enjoying my dwindling bottle of NyQuill, I played a lot of “Angry Birds” and am doing well, especially in the Smuggler’s Den. I am mesmerized by Katherine Boo’s brilliant account of life in a Mumbai slum, “behind the beautiful forevers.” India is the country I most want to see. I answered a message from a long time blog follower who said she could never support me in any way after I wrote that I had sent a check to Planned Parenthood. I wished her peace and compassion, and I hope she finds what she needs.

A good day. Very cold this weekend – well below zero Sunday. How to photograph this and capture it, I wonder? I think the light will be pale. Grain for the donkeys. I think I’ll switch to the new Louise Perry mystery for bed-time. Blogging time.  Off to bed.