A Lost Day

Struck down by some mysterious ailment, I've barely left my bed today. The bamboo with asparagus ferns at its feet, is growing outside the bedroom door. When the gardener was out there blowing away leaves, this morning, I buried my head under the covers....When the din of the blower had died away, I could hear a woodpecker pecking on something that didn't sound like wood. OilMan is watching football down the hall and Ozzie is snoring gently at my feet. I think I'll just finish my book....