This week, I'm thinking...
- That a true sign of love is my non-coffee-drinking husband driving to McDonald's at 6:30a to get me coffee when we're without power overnight
- That it's hard to convince myself to climb out from under piles of quilts to start a day in a house with no power and with devices running out of charge
- especially when I'm sick
- and sicker now that I've slept in a cold house
- So bag it, I'm taking another sick day
- That having a sick day earlier this week and a 24-hour power outage all in the same week helped me finally get some embroidery done
- How that's a silver lining to being down with a cold all week
- and not getting in any of my 5k training sessions
- or much of any other moving around for that matter
- and how frustrating that feels
- when I'd had such great momentum going
- so poop on it all, anyway.
- That I really shouldn't complain, though
- How, as colds go, this hasn't been a terrible one
- That I can still breathe
- That my occasional cough isn't keeping me awake at night
- That my sore throat is manageable
- so stop your whining already. Sheesh.
- That I probably won't have much to say for my Fight the Funk Friday post this week. (See all of the above.)
(apologies for lack of formatting and indents on this post--can't do that fancy stuff on my iPad app which is all I have access to at the moment...)