Today I love the sounds of laundry machines as they rumble reassuringly in the next room, singing cheerfully mumbled songs about clean clothes and pride of accomplishments. I love that I am feeling so much better and that I have a hankering to cook and clean and yet take it easy enough on myself that I continue to recuperate. I love that I slept for nine hours last night, that I woke up able to breath through my nose with ease, that my chest doesn’t feel like it is constructed of coat hangers hung with ragged and rotting muslin and that my head isn’t aching nearly as much from the incessant coughing. I love that I have already been bustling around the house at a subdued rate of speed and managed breakfast and the deliveries of things needed to take care of our well being and our everyday duties and am now comfortably back in bed doing my scribbling for the day. I love how my head is feeling liberated and light, how my thoughts are coming more easily and my mind feels less like it is shackled and chained and held back in its ways.
Today I love that the weekend seemed to last for days, possibly because I was sick, but mostly because I just stayed home for most of it and never actually went anywhere. I love that the days were spent watching skating and curling and movies, eating comfort food and sipping honey & lemon. I love how autumn weekends can be so comfortable, even when I’m under the weather, I love how cheering a good sweater can be. I love how great it feels to take a nap, though unless I’m sick I can’t really nap. I love that after napping yesterday and sleeping nine hours today, I’m still yawning contently in bed while I write.
Today I love muffins and may just have to make some this afternoon. I love that vacuuming is on my to do list because there is a certain sense of dominance over a space that comes with a well vacuumed floor that makes me feel in charge and a part of the space all at the same time. I love how the clean sheets are not even folded because they’re ready to go back on the bed in exchange for the ones that have comforted me through the worst of this bug, whatever it was, cold or flu or infection or virus.
Today I love drinking coffee while the dryer ticks and the clock tocks and the radio sings and the wind whistles and the rain drops tap tympanically on the window by the bed.