I still sound like there's a little frog in my throat today. I slept in this morning and finished reading The White Dragon and also got a nice phone call from Bill, who will be home for dinner. I got the recycleables out and then went out to check on our young trees. I spoke to my sister on Saturday about them and I'm worried we didn't water them enough after we first put them in. she recommended putting more mulch above them and possibly covering the tops with white plastic bags for the winter. Tomorrow it's supposed to rain and not freeze overnight so hopefully it'll be safe to water them in the morning.

Since I was outside anyway, I took the stakes out of my garden and cut down most of the stalks and grass from the overgrown garden plot. I'm planning to go back out this afternoon and rake that off and if I have the energy, turn over the compost pile, turn over my garden plot, and scatter some dirt from the compost pile over the garden. It's all a little frozen this morning, so unless the sun makes a showing, I'm doubting I'll get all that done. Further doubt is raised by the fact that I tired very quickly just doing that clipping with the garden shears, and when I came back inside I went straight up to bed and fell asleep for an hour or so.

So I guess I'm still sick or at least not yet strong and will have to take it easy.