It looks like I guessed right, I'm feeling somewhat better this morning. Not good enough to pack up the camper and head for the high country, but like my Grandpa who was a dirt poor South Georgia sharecropper used to say, I'm most shed of these miseries and gitten back on that good foot.
So seeing as how I'm feeling better but not great, and I have no desire to do anything that would cause me to backslide into the way I felt the last few days, I've decided I will stay in the Arctic Fox at an altitude where it's easier to breathe and recuperate till after the holidays then head for Rocky Mountain national Park next week.
Until then I plan on moping around looking pitiful in an effort to gain as much pity and sympathy as possible from my family.
The family dog. he's hard to take a picture of, he's seldom still, and small enough to fit in a boot.