Yeah – I am working on my third or fourth man-size hankie today.
But – and here’s the good news – I detect improvement. And yes, I cancelled another hike. It has to be pretty damn bad for me to cancel a day in the mountains. Anyone who knows me will tell you, this is truth.
And for the second day in a row I had to strip the bed and wash all the bedding. Cold, clammy sweats. Yech!
Yes – I will get to some good stuff soon but first I want to whine. And it’s my blog so I can do that. So there.
Here it comes:
My nose hurts.
My taste buds have disappeared and I am not even enjoying chocolate. (and what is life without chocolate?)
My stomach is aching.
My energy is at its lowest ebb in recent-ish memory.
I am feeling very sorry for myself.
Okay, now that we’ve got that out of the way, taking Abby for two little walks today in the back 40 did me good. And when I mentioned to Paul that my bridge into the park next door seemed to have disappeared, he immediately got out one of his machines (he has every farm man-toy you can think of) and cleared away the brush and voila! With a little bit of help with my clippers, a bridge to the park! Restored! No more climbing over the fence.
So I am full of gratitude. Paul and Patty are, quite simply, the absolute best.
I am intensely grateful for the amazing, humbling message I received from Germana, whose story I am writing. I am grateful for Mike’s kind words. I am full of gratitude for my friends.
Yeah – why whine when there’s so much to be grateful for? I know – that’s rhetorical question. But I’m going to answer it anyway. Why whine? Because dammit – it felt good to get it out of my system.