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I’ve spent the last few days fighting a head cold. When it comes to being sick, I’m not good at it. I hate it. I know, I know, everyone hates it. I’m sure there is nobody walking around going, “Yeeeehaaw!! Got me a flug bug!!”  But still, as someone who tries to make the most of every minute of every day, when I find myself being dragged down by a bug, I am miserable. I’m very good at doing all the right things, rest and fluids and all that, I just don’t like the unwanted down time.

Windsor is enjoying incredible weather for this time of year. It’s been sunny and in the upper 80’s (30C) for the past week. On top of that, it’s a long weekend here, Canadian Thanksgiving. And where am I? I’m in the house, in the air conditioning. The heat and humidity outside makes my head feel like it’s going to explode. On the bright side. I’m not so sick that I am not functional. So I am thankful for that. And although I don’t appear to be getting better, I am not getting worse either. So that is good too.

You’re probably all wondering how I’m getting along without Kelly. Well, it’s been ok I guess. I miss her, but so far we have spoken once every day on the phone. I was thinking about it and since not long after we met back in March, we haven’t gone a full day without speaking to or seeing each other. That will change soon, as she will be at her mom’s cottage and will not have a phone nearby. But I will be fine. She really needed this and it sounds like it’s doing her a world of good.

We still have our bizarre connection too. Last night I went for a walk, it was a warm night and I was feeling pretty good. When I go out and I am expecting a call, I forward my calls to me cell phone. I did so, checked to make sure my cell was on, and left for my stroll.  It started to get dark and by the time I was getting back close to home, it was night. As I rounded a corner under some trees, I heard a strange sound coming from above. Like a wail but with purring. I stopped, searched the trees, but saw nothing. I wished Kelly was with me. She would know what it was. She always knew what the sounds coming from the trees were.  And, right on cue, my cell phone rang.  I glanced at the screen to see the Arkansas area code, and sure enough, it was my sweetie. I told her what had just happened, and I gave her a pitiful impression of the sound I had heard.  “Oh, that’s a screech owl” she said. When I got home I double checked the eNature web site. You can listen to sounds birds make. Yup, it was a Screech Owl. She knew. Like I said, she always knows.