Sunday

My blistered belly has been more painful today than it has been since I first got burned.  It isn't unbearable, but I certainly notice it more today.  All the blisters have broken and a crust is forming over the surface of the raw places.  
I'm really getting tired of not being able to put on any clothes besides nightgowns and hippy dresses.  Wednesday is supposed to be our big shopping day, and it's especially important that I get the shopping done because my son, his wife, and our granddaughter Lyndsay are coming to visit for a few days; they'll arrive next Sunday  There are certain things my son likes me to cook when he's here.  
Because I'm supposed to avoid direct sunlight while I'm taking this antibiotic, I've been going for my walk early; Cliff doesn't like to jump right out of bed and walk first thing, so he's been taking his walk an hour or two later.  Iris can't figure this out, and she certainly doesn't like us breaking our routine.  She does walk with both of us, though, so she gets two walks.  When Cliff and I walk together, Iris usually disappears at the beginning and we don't see her until the walk is over.  But when we go alone, I guess she feels as though we need company because she's been staying with both of us the last three days.  
Cliff has gone to his brother to borrow his livestock trailer.  Max is going to be butchered Tuesday, good Lord willing.  
This means I will milk Bonnie one last time after Max leaves, and then I will allow her to dry up.  I'm hoping to get the vet here this week to pregnancy check the cows, but it's going to depend on how well my wounds heal up.  I am in no state to be handling cattle at present.  
Can you tell I'm a little down today?  I'm going to assume I'll feel better tomorrow.  


It just occurred to me, some antibiotics have made me feel depressed in the past!  That's probably the reason for my mood.