It has been three plus days of being home bound.
My couch knows me well, as does my bed.
I was on retreat with 30 amazing women and we shared many things – pestilence being one of them.
It’s been amazing to hear of those from the retreat who have been felled and the varying diagnoses given. As for me, I finally got myself to a doctor this afternoon when my teeth started to ache but good. Bacterial sinus infection. Drugs. Work tomorrow if no fever. I checked; I won’t be contagious if there is no fever.
Here is what I have experienced:
I like my brain. I like it best when it works.
My husband is a dear minster to my sad self. He has been kind and helpful and patient and this is huge gift. I think we will grow old together tenderly well.
Catching up on email is a good thing. Words with Friends is no fun when most of the world works. My dog likes my company. Back to back episodes of “Sex in the City” is a great antidote to misery.
Books require my brain. See above.
The world goes along just fine without me. I have cancelled meetings with gracious people who are audibly relieved that I will keep my pestilence to myself.
From where I sit, grace is real. Spring is rioting outside and tomorrow I may find my brain and be back at it. But in the meantime, I think I’ll celebrate the view from here.