In Sickness...

What's better than coughing up lungs and fighting off fever in the middle of summer with a heat index of 1oo degrees?

Well, let's see...

• Not having those things happen is better.
• Floating lazily down a dreamy river in an inner tube. Better.
• Frolicking in a field of wildflowers. That's probably better.
• Going to Desoto Caverns today with the lovely Fullness peeps...sack lunches in tote, and lots of church love to share. Way better.
• Oh how bout this? Accidentally hitting your finger with a hammer... I'm gonna say better.
• Ooo... here's a good one... stubbing your little tiny toe going full force. (Ya know the one that makes you say !%$*?) Most definitely better.
• Ah... training for a 1/2 marathon in the middle of summer... *pause* Uuummm... Yeah, I'm gonna have to go with respiratory madness & fever.

So I'm sick today... waa waa waa.

But it is dark and quiet around here, and that is a good thing.

How, you ask?

Well, for starters, I won't let the boys turn on any lights or open any doors or have any fun whatsoever that involves noise of any kind. I just can't risk the smidgen of added heat into my world with the opening of doors or the turning on of light bulbs. They lasted about half an hour in that prison, and went straight to the neighbor's to play music.

But I do have some feelings of thankfulness... for the golden silence. And the darkness. And the coolness of the A/C. And the pain relievers. And the reading of books. Which I think I'll go do.

Peace, Love & Wellness... & all that Jazz...