Then 2012, with all its preschooler brashness, kicked me in the pants. In the middle of last week, an upper respiratory tract infection with its attending fever and subsequent dehydration (yes, I let myself get dehydrated. Who knew? Well, I did but I wasn't paying attention.) knocked me off my feet for 5 days. For five days, I did nothing but lie in bed. I couldn't even read a book until yesterday. Today I feel welcomed back to the world of the functioning, not the quickly-moving-highly-efficient-check-things-off functioning (to be honest, I have never been a member of that group) but the slowly-moving-take-a-bath-eat-a-bowl-of-soup functioning. It feels good to be back.
I think it will still be a couple of more days before I quietly start working on my first to-do list of the new year. I just missed five days of hanging out with the two of the most interesting little people I know and I have some catching up to do.
|memorial on log bench in the woods|