|Art imitating life|
It is only because I keep a personal journal that I know I did not sleep through this past week. All I really remember is going through about 3 men's size cotton handkerchiefs a day, plus a lot of kleenex, and drinking HOT herbal tea at all hours, often while all I know and love were fast asleep in their beds.
A violent cold virus swept through the Brown Bungalow, hitting Beloved first, and then almost a week-to- the-minute later bringing me down as well.
I don't know who shared their germs with us but I suspect it was two of my texting buddies who live in Texas and Arizona. No, we haven't been with them face-to-face for many months, but these gals and their husbands had what sounds to be the exact same illness shortly after the Christmas holidays, so I feel certain we must have caught it from them, via text messaging!!
|wall hanging of tulip blocks I made about 14 years ago|
A friend in my Sunday School class has begun a new quilting group at church. I had so hoped to begin working on our assigned project this past week -- quilting is so dear to my heart. But no, the basement was entirely too cold for a person in my state of illness-wracked body.
|Roasted Butternut Squash|
My long-time readers know that (like my daughter) I am an avid heath-food advocate, so I felt that if I cooked just the right produce I might magically be made well from the virus that was gripping my body more thoroughly with each passing day.
|Coloring quietly with a cup of tea nearby|
When that seemed to effect little for me, I resorted to an adult-version of a kindergarten activity: coloring at the kitchen table. By then I was becoming so sleep-deprived that my mind could handle little else.
|Coloring with Dr. Charles Stanley|
Then I got a brain flash that I could be enriching my spirit while filling in the designs with colored pencils. Listening to sermon podcasts on my laptop was a very enjoyable activity.
|from our daughter|
Notes from well-wishers were much appreciated, via snail mail, email, text messaging, and Face Book.
|metal work design from Hobby Lobby in my guest bathroom|
They say a cold lasts a week or seven days. Well, I dunno about that, but the symptoms are finally weakening. Now the trick is to not re-enter the normal routines too quickly lest there be a re-lapse. My personal medical history has at least two episodes of pneumonia that developed from doing too much too soon. I don't relish repeating that.
Here's to a better week!