I have spent the past four days bundled in the flu and bronchitis. I have had very little sleep the past few days. I am exhausted but am lucky that I have a workplace that has been very accommodating and understanding during this time. My fiance has paralleled me to a fussy baby. Poor infants – I officially understand how they feel (minus the inability to verbally express pain, desires, needs, etc).
The only comfort I’ve had is in my fuzzy blankets. I know it’s weird to say that out loud but they are extremely cozy when I am feeling distressed. My dogs have not been able to cuddle with me lately because they’ve been running through grass (which I am super allergic to). I also feel like I have not seen the sun much either. The storm has been pretty spot on with how my body is also feeling.
So here I am. Home. Not working. Can’t sleep a lick because my cough will awaken the monster inside me. sipping. on . tea with honey.
Isn’t life sweet?
I will embrace the storm before the sun.