ColdHotCold

I've had a cold the last few days, but still kept on trucking in spite of feeling like crap. I thought I was a little better today, but I think I must have just been delirious from the medication. I walk around the house with a Kleenex tissue hanging from each nostril. Snotwicks, I guess you'd call them. I ate stinky garlic soup left over from my man's taking care of me over the weekend and I'm watching all sorts of trash television. This in the middle of putting the finishing touches on my divorce paperwork, planning my weekend, and just barely beginning to review a capital murder case that I was appointed to the other day. Fun, fun, fun. My dogs are yipping and jumping outside the patio door, annoyed that I'm taking so long to let them come in and loll around with me. My kitty with Alzheimers is yowling because he forgot he just ate and thinks he's hungry again. I'm browsing the net for fountain pens and *ahem* other things. I've begun to write more. I finally called it quits for most meat (the only thing I am not giving up is fish and seafood...no need for any ethical debates...it's a what makes me feel good issue in all sorts of ways), and I'm drinking more water and less diet soda. This is going to be a good year for me. Not an easy year, but a good year. I never expect easy. But what I've gotten is ease, a sense of restfulness even in chaos. I am loved and I love. My boys are growing like weeds and playing basketball which will morph into baseball as the season changes. It's seventy degrees in the dead of winter. Strange weather always makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.