Tuesday, November 10
Nothin' . . . Yeah, Me, Too. . .
I'm writing this on Monday night at 11:15 after having just binge-watched four episodes of Season 2 of Downton Abbey with Husband. We're getting ready for January and Season 6--the (sniff, sniff) final season of our beloved Downton. I'm bleary-eyed and ready to sleep (and that's a very good thing after several weeks of insomnia).
It's been a . . . well, a weird day that involved a trip to see my doctor. No details because they aren't important except to say that I've been having a little health issue that scared the dickens out of me and left me in pain and sleepless for a while. As it happens, my problem is quite fixable with antibiotics, so Husband and I celebrated our relief with Netflix instead of wine because I can't have any alcohol for the next twelve days.
Which brings me back to having very little to say here today, even though I had good news from the doc. Maybe I should have come home and gotten busy on my current editing gig or written a few hundred words on the current WIP or jumped on the damn treadmill and gotten in my miles for the day or even written a decent blog post. Yeah, that’s probably what I should’ve done. But I didn't. Nope . . . I talked to sister PJ on the phone, texted Liz to let her know I was okay, ate a light supper, and then curled up on the sofa. I snuggled close to my dear husband and got lost in World War I England.
Honestly, it felt amazing to just let go, to release the tension of the past few weeks, to breathe deeply, and think of nothing at all. So there you have it . . . no apologies, no excuses, no rationalizations. This is it today . . . just me being grateful for my health and my life and that I can go to my IRWA Retreat this weekend without a knot in my stomach. And you did get a picture of the kid . . . life is pretty good, isn't it?