Saturday, January 22, 2011
I'm back in the saddle, as it were, heading off for a short day of work, very much looking forward to focusing on other people as opposed to my personal list of symptoms and complaints. Oh yeah. It occurred to me yesterday that the final phase of any illness is boredom, which is what finally got me off my ass and out the door for a quick walk, in spite of the bitter cold made worse by my ill-tempered brother, the wind.
The walk was worth it, though, just for the sight of the pink/purple angel wing clouds floating above the sunset. Wow.
A flu like the one I battled this week takes awhile to recover from. I'm still feeling fragile, but experience has taught me that there's a point at which it's best to get back to the rhythms of life, even if I'm not quite yet up to snuff. That point follows directly on the heels of boredom.
I'm outta here. Shabbat Shalom, y'all.