Foggy, cloudy, gray. I think a couple of snowflakes may have drifted down, but I think my hopeful snowy ship has sailed. Now I suppose we prepare for a hellacious fire season.
I am thinking
The flu hits you different the older you get.
I am thankful
All things warm and cozy in my warm and cozy home. Soups, teas, blankets, and fuzzy socks.
One of my favorite things
Is knowing that I am loved and cared for.
I am creating
A new tea time ritual.
I am listening to
The sounds of my fingers hitting the keyboard. Clickity click click.
I am wearing
Snuggly long johns (Cuddl Duds.)
I am reading
Forgotten Bones – Whitby’s Forgotten Victims by Wes Markin
I am learning
To listen to my body. Rest is essential to healing. It’s a hard pill to swallow but trying to claw your way out of being sick with positive thinking and “pushing through” is pointless and knocks you even further back on your ass.
In my kitchen
The smell of left over pulled pork.
A moment from my day
Trying to take my dog for a walk. Huge mistake. I am freezing to my bones! When I was little and us kids would get sick and had to stay home from school, my parents would tell us to get outside and the get the stink blown off! And it worked! We’d end up running around with our coats unzipped, laughing and playing. It wasn’t an instant fix, but we sure felt better, and I think that helped in our healing. – Warning Will Robinson, warning! This does not work when you’re old. You’ll just be fucking cold.
P.S – Yes, I got my flu shot.
Magical Mystical Mimi 