So not cool...

It started out five days ago with a cough that wouldn't go away. I figured it was just a reaction to a lot of dust from sanding. The cough got worse. Rossana bugs me to go see the doctor but the last time I visited his he made me feel oogy. I pretend that I am not sick but the cough isn't buying it. Today the doctor confirms that I have strep throat and as an added bonus, walking pneumonia. Joy. I need to rest. I need to take powerful pills and swig syrums from dark phials. I need to rest. But my dad and my brother are visiting me. I don't see enough of them as it is. I hate being a shitty host. I'm so tired. I break out in a sweat at the drop of a hat. Luckily my Dad enjoys reading and Goodman seems to be enjoying the tranquility that Bag End has to offer.

There also the matter of all the shit that has to get done. Today we discovered the cause to our lack of power in the barn. One of the previous contractors ran over the line that leads from my work shop to the barn. It was only buried about three inches underground. This required digging a trench to bury new conduit and line properly. I tried to help but everyone just yelled at me to go take a nap. I feel useless. I hired my minion Lindsey to do yard stuff.

The day ended with a grand feast of beef and fowl topped of by pie. A good time was had by all. Horay! Maybe tomorrow I will less like poo.