a week on the couch

Farmer Trish has the flu. Meanwhile, the chickens are wishing for more food (Jonathan feeds them a bit less), the tomatoes are waiting to be harvested, the fridge is getting empty, the winter starts are getting leggy waiting for a new planter box, and the crabgrass is plotting to take over the world.
Thank goodness the mornings have been foggy and the days mild so nothing is dying. The eggs in the incubator are slowly maturing and the bees are storing pollen.
I'm going to snuggle up on the couch and hope the farm can wait a few days.