“It was September, and there was a crackly feeling to the air.”

I was sick yesterday.
I slept all day and through the night also. It’s been a while since I’ve been sick like that.

Cowboy has a terrible cough.
He finally just gave up and went to sleep in his recliner around 4 a.m. this morning. Not being flat on his back helped.

He has Badger and me concerned because he does work with people who are having COVID‑19 run through their families. 
They are pretty honest and tell their fellow employees. 
You know, “Well that there COVID done finally got my wife, but I’m alright.” 
Serious.

Of course, no one wears a mask at work.

He gets pretty insulted when you suggest perhaps he needs to be tested, though. 
He is vaccinated, and that will help him, but Badger and I are not vaccinated.

We’re dog sitting for Heron.
He and EB are going to a concert in North Carolina this weekend. 
They’ve rented an Airbnb.

He shared a quick video. 
It was a nice little place. 
Before anyone can enter the concert, they have to have done a rapid test if they have not been fully vaccinated. 
Heron has only had one of the series, so he was tested yesterday.
Negative.

I didn’t really think ahead as to what I’ll do with that slobbery beast tonight. 
She can’t be crated, she destroys crates. 
I can’t lock her alone in a room, she has literally eaten Heron’s door to get out before. 
I guess she and Duffy will sleep with us, and we’ll keep the water bottle handy in case she gets rowdy.

We have to be very cautious with her and our cats, especially Fox.

We’ve kept him mostly locked up. 
He’s so small, and she’s so hyper, I don’t want him hurt.

Cowboy slept most of the day. 
He did go out and mow the yard, but came right back in and went back to sleep.
 I guess it was a good thing he did. 
The plant called him in at 5 p.m., and as of 10:30 p.m. he has not come home. 
He really did not feel like working. 
He sounds absolutely terrible.

Badger’s stayed in her room with the cats, doing who knows what. She seemed happy enough.

I’ve done nothing.
I sat on the she-shed some. I feel a heck of a lot better today than I was yesterday, but still not one hundred percent. Mostly, I just feel exhausted, like I’ve run three marathons back to back.

Today really felt like autumn.
There is just a sense of summer dying, and autumn marching boldly in. Of course, we will still see summer‑like temperatures until October, but autumn is definitely trying to move in on us. I hate that.

If I had my way we would only have the months of May, June, July, and August. September is not so bad, and early October is alright.
I would miss Halloween, but I would not miss the days ending so quickly and the dark falling so early. I sure would not miss the cold. I just hate the cold, dark months.

I guess I’ll go get supper out of the crock pot. Cowboy did not get a chance to eat, so I’ll put that in the fridge. 
I’ll call it a day. 

Heron will not pick Ladybird up until after 2 p.m., which means we cannot go anywhere tomorrow. 
She just cannot be left alone.

Cowboy is supposed to be off until Tuesday. 
We’ll figure it out as we go along. 
With his cough, it’s probably best to stay home.