Nausea.

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And more.  Like the extra side effects from the flu.  Dizziness, nausea, a mild headache, mild aches of various sorts, exhaustion, something like fevers from time to time.  Not actually sick, not with the flu.  Perhaps bad food in?  Or maybe the fast warming has thrown me?  Some such.

Mother is loving it.  Thus outside working.  Wants me to help.  Forcing me to help.  I got the riding mower gassed and going, she kept getting it stuck on a minor burm in the front yard.  After the second time in minutes I parked the mower, grounding her from using it.

I am up trying not to vomit.  Yes, I was a bit miffed.  Not... absolutely at her, though I didn't make that clear.  Still, I can't, won't, keep helping her when she clearly ignores experience and my advice.  

Look, I appreciate what she does.  I simply can't help her do everything she wants done.  Not while I am inches from throwing up, achy, almost fevered.  Stupid sickness.

Me?  I'd love to be out helping, doing.  The weather is gorgeous.  Pleasant as could be.  The sun is up.  There is a mild, fresh, breeze.  Couldn't beat this weather, especially this time of year.  Even so, I am broken.  I can't even do business I need to do.  Can't.  So I just can't help her.

I keep checking the sauerkraut variances.  Very good.  As well, feeding the sourdough starter... which is looking good.  As well, if I can find jars, I'll set up a carrot and ginger ferment and a radish ferment.  Bread tomorrow?  Or Sunday, with the sourdough... or started anyway.  Will take a day just to get the dough worked, then one to two days to let the dough rightly ferment, sour?  Oh, then an hour or two to bake.

I am excited.  For a number of experiments at various levels of approaching readiness.  I may be sick.  But I can do bits for short bits.  If back to sleep or resting mostly.  Ugh.  Later.