February 12, 2018
Bad night. A huge spray rig went roaring past Friday afternoon spewing a wake of pesticide so strong it permeated the house and bludgeoned me to the ground. It was Joey's birthday weekend. I'd agreed to have him so that his parents could decorate without an excited little boy "helping." I painted on a smile and tried to enjoy my time with him, but it was very low key. After he went home Saturday for his party I crashed. The wind shifted blowing the spray back my direction... Horrible 36 hrs. Still recovering. I should have left last week. There is solace. I no longer have to worry about being "in the wind." I don't know if the roads are open to Grandma Mountain yet, but they will be soon. Sigh.