And so it goes, the best laid plans. Being sick for about half of the month was not how I planned to spend December. Alas, it was what happened. I had planned to do this or that the week before and the week of Christmas, but only what had to be done was completed, not by my choice. The rest of the time was spent relaxing, recouping, and recharging. It’s paying off and I feel like a human! For several days now. The cough lingers a wee bit, but…
Such a farce, a tease, a carrot on the end of a stick that was so much further away than I realized. The day I thought I turned a corner, I did — but only to get hit by a second truck I never saw coming. I was better than I had been, but not well. The true meaning of that word wouldn’t arrive in any real way for another five days (read: until today).
So I’m recovering, still (sinuses are in a battle for their lives as we speak). I get out of the shower last night, super exhausted.
I think to myself, “You know what you need? You need a really good night’s sleep.”
Now, this wouldn’t be a This Is How My Mind Works post if that’s just how it went. The self-conversation actually went like this:
To myself: “You know what you need?”
My inner Samantha Baker, to me: “You need 4 inches of bod and a great birthday.”
Me, to me, as well as Samantha: “No. You need a really good night’s sleep.”
… Although, a birthday would be nice. Mmm. Cake….
Note: If you don’t know that I often speak in movie quotes and/or song lyrics, and/or you’re not familiar with Sixteen Candles, thanks for reading this post that doesn’t make a lick of sense to you anyway.