September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures."

I woke up feeling a little off, but that's not anything unusual. 
I feel off more than I feel on these days.
I did a load of laundry, walked Turtle and Duffy, straightened up the house a bit, and decided maybe I was hungry.
All I had to eat yesterday was two Bojangles biscuits and a bowl of cereal.

Well, dummy here decided pineapple upside-down cake was an excellent breakfast—it's a fruit, right?
I had a piece and bam!
I got so dizzy and nauseous, I crept back to bed and stayed until 3 p.m.
I had chicken broth, and then poor Badger cooked us dinner again. 
I had some of that, and that seemed to have settled things down.
I've given up sugar in my coffee in the mornings because it does the same thing: nausea, dizziness, hot and cold sweats.
Even instant oatmeal does it.

Usually, I can nap it off.

Needless to say, we've done nothing, too.

We did go outside until the mosquitoes drove us back in. 
When do those things die out, anyway?

There is a definite sense of autumn in the air—not temperature-wise, but it's there.
Of course, it is September already.

I love autumn, but I absolutely loathe the cold months and how it gets dark earlier and earlier.

Peacock is feeling better today. 
Hopefully, it was just a virus and seasonal allergies.
He gets tested tomorrow.

Cowboy's new truck is already having issues.
I looked up his error code, and it can be an easy, cheap, simple fix—or it could be a holy cow, I'm going to have to sell my soul to pay for this repair fix.

When he called on break, he said that a second man went home sick today—a truck driver went home sick on Friday.
This man Cowboy works closely with; they were together all shift on Monday, and of course, they do not wear a mask.
Yes, the plant requires a mask—no, the plant does not provide a mask.
Well, the guys are given one paper mask at the start of shift, and it's supposed to last all shift.
They're told that's it for the week—to reuse that mask the rest of the week—so the guys don't wear masks at all.

As a precaution, they cleaned the plant as well as one can clean a plant of that nature and washed out all the trucks. 
But if this man has COVID-19, Cowboy is at risk, as are me and Badger, because he'll bring it home.

Life in the time of a pandemic.

I don't know if either of those good old boys will get tested, and if they do get tested, if the workers will know what results they get. 
Hopefully, if Typhoid Mary #2 has COVID-19, they'll do contact tracing, and he'll let them know he was nose-to-nose with Cowboy at work.

OK, let's head to bed. 
At least with the truck down, it doesn't look like yard cleanup is on, and the backroom remodel will probably also be off again.