Bug Bit

Aching joints were the last thing I needed in the milking room.  Getting sick was the last thing I wanted two days before a guest's arrival.  "Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care" also whacked whatever bug it was that bit me.  Yesterday was a lost day, doing only that which had to be done, sleeping the rest of the time.  All systems are go this morning, and there's a lot to catch up on.