Huh. Fate snickered at my healthy good things post from Monday. I woke up this morning with a fever, chills and a wicked sore throat. I snickered back. It was my day off. So there. I was able to baby myself through the day with hot tea, lemon, honey, chicken noodle soup and DVDs. I even knew where my brand new bottle of oil of oregano was and took some. Yuck, but it really does work.
I made a hat. Then I took it apart and started a different pattern. I read a bit.
I laughed at the cat who was playing with an elastic band. He does not care that he is 17 years old and should not have the energy or flexibility to leap through the air like he did today.
I laughed at the bird who tried to eat my breakfast oatmeal and drink my tea. I shoo'd her off so she went into her cage and gave me sad puppy dog eyes.
When the chills hit at their worst, the dog came over and shared his body heat with me. He's soft and fluffy and very sweet.
Today could have been so much worse than it was. Sure, it was wildly unproductive and I felt wretched but I wasn't expected to make sense or help people. Good things are sometimes a reaction to less than pleasant things. Sometimes that makes them sweeter.
Lemonade, anyone? I do love lemons.