February 20, Winter, year 20

Back at home now… Thanks to that dunk in the pond I caught pneumonia, and no one would let me go home until I'd recovered enough to see straight.

Skye never left my side… I wonder if I said anything? It got pretty fuzzy after we reached Doc Hardy's… I think the last thing I remember coherently is telling him about the soggy Valentine's day chocolates.

I should remake those as soon as I can… What a fiasco.

I suppose on the plus side, the entire village now knows at least my boyfriend's face, if not his name. I think he talked to Lumina too, and she promised not to reveal who he was. It was so… fuzzy, I can't remember much very well.

I hope I didn't say anything stupid… Skye seemed pretty happy to see me coherent, so I guess it couldn't have been anything too awful.

Man, this is frustrating. I get the feeling that whatever it was I said… well, it was important! Something I shouldn't have forgotten!

…and thinking too much makes my head hurt.

I'm accorded official bed-rest until Spring at the earliest. Doctor's orders no less. Aaaagh, forced idleness is going to bug the crap out of me! I'm already bored and I've only been home a couple of hours.

I guess the good thing is Skye's agreed to help Uncle Tak around the farm… without pay. He's gonna be staying at the Inner Inn, but Tak's trying to convince him to just stay on the farm. I have made the point of having plenty of spare rooms.

…though that's probably not what Uncle T wants. Hehe. It's the truth though, I have plenty of spare rooms. Heck, he could stay in my parent's old room, or Jack's room! I sure as heck won't be protesting.

Or even him just staying at Uncle T's would be better than trekking up from the Inn every day. I know my path, it's still slick as heck, and I don't want him hurting himself on that walk…

Though, naturally, trying to convince him of this is an uphill battle all on its own. I swear, I adore him, but there's times where it would be nice to reach out and smack him for having no common sense.

Agh, trying to get my brain to focus is still a bit of an uphill battle. I keep drifting off into weird daydreams or just zoning in general. I want to know what I said to Skye, if anything, after mentioning the chocolates… but I don't dare ask. If it was… if it was something good, it would be a pretty sharp blow to admit that I can't remember it. And if it wasn't so good, maybe saying something would bring up something bad?

It's all so confusing and head hurting…

I'm tempted to ask anyways, and risk it. I mean… what's the worst that could happen?

…on second thought, I'll just leave it be. Coward that I am, I don't want to risk being a genuine idiot.

Maybe if I sneak out to the kitchen, I can remake the chocolates before Uncle T and Skye finish with the farm chores! And maybe do dinner too? Well, I know Uncle Tak is going to head down to the Blue Bar once he's done.

So dinner would just be for me and Skye? Hah, knowing him, he'd insist I have something like chicken curry!

Well, okay, not curry. He knows better than that. But chicken soup might be good for both of us.. I'm sure I have some stock I can use, and there should be some frozen chicken breast…

Oof, trying to get up makes the room spin. Dangit, I guess I really am stuck in bed until someone comes to help me out.

Joy… being an invalid sucks.

I bet it was Damien who pushed me. The jerk probably figured that he could rush up all panicky like and cart me home to care for me. Gods all, but I'm glad he screwed up. Being indebted to that… ugh, there's no nice word for him—but being indebted to him would just be the last thing I want. I hate being indebted to people! It's bad enough that Uncle Tak and Skye are doing my work for me… And I like them!

Nng… I can see them from my window. Skye's… oh dear…

I think he's being chased by Nana… I probably shouldn't find that funny, but oh my god it is! Something new to tease him about, fear of Death by Duck!

Heeeee….

Oh good, Uncle Tak's gonna go help him… Maybe Skye would do better working with the cows and sheep instead of the birds. I'll have to mention that.

…once I stop teasing him about it that is. And catch my breath. Dear Goddess, that was funny! My poor Skye.

Which reminds me.. He said he wasn't around for thieving anymore. That's good! Now I don't have to worry about him getting caught and hurt or worse.

Oh great, now Puppy's joined in the chase. Poor Skye, maybe he's just not meant for farmwork… At least… the livestock portion of it.