Today I love the hermit’s life that has been forced on us by our illnesses. I love that we have not gone anywhere so far this year since returning from the New Year’s eve party we attended on Monday night. I love that though we’re both feeling unwell we are both fairly certain we are getting better and I am feeling confident that I’m well enough to trek out for some needed supplies this afternoon. I love that our home is the perfect place to feel unwell because we have all the things we need to suit any level of consciousness and activity. I love that we don’t get sick very often, but when we do we take care of each other well. I love that when we can’t manage to accomplish anything else we still continue to play games against each other on our phones. I love that the kitchen isn’t a complete and total disaster, the clean dishes are put away, the dirty ones are in the sink and dishwasher and the clean cutlery is sitting in a rack on the counter waiting patiently and without complaint to be fitted into its drawer. I love that I know there are things that need to be done around the house and my body, which has been saying “not yet” for the past little while has switched to saying, “soon … soon.”
Today I love breakfast in bed, even if I had to go get it, ’cause there’s something healing about breakfast in bed, so long as there’s no toast involved. I love that our fridge is full of food that’s prepped and ready to be warmed and that all I really need is coffee and cream and I’m not even completely out of those yet. I love that the snow fell over the last two days and I will have to go out and clear it soon, and maybe before I go for supplies, but I have the blower in the garage instead of the truck box so I don’t have to load and unload it today, just follow it around while it does its thing.
Today I love oranges as snack food. I love tea when my body aches. I love that I have all the meds I need right now. I love that my head isn’t plugged up. I love that although my head is achy, it isn’t hurting. I love that my shoulders aren’t aching any more than they do if I’ve forgotten my meds.
Today I love drinking coffee in bed while I do my day’s writing and steel myself for the coming outing.