Like hundreds of others in our area, I’ve been down and out with a flu virus…and I do mean down and out. I didn’t get out of bed for two days, and that’s not like me at all. And just as I’m starting to feel somewhat human again, Charlie believes he’s getting it. Ugh.
This morning, after the benefit of two days’ rest, I woke early and could sleep no more, so Toby (the cat) and I shared a quiet time together, just after sunrise. A cup of tea seemed safe, finally, after two days of sipping water and I must say, it was one of the sweetest cups of tea I’ve ever enjoyed.
You know that warm feeling of relief when you realize that you’re not going to die after all…that you have, indeed, lived to see another day? That, combined with a beautiful morning breeze and bright sun, the air full of the excited chatter of breakfasting birds, made for a very peaceful morning tea. We’ve been granted two days in a row of lovely spring-like weather — the sun was shining, birds singing, temperatures in the 50+F range. People were actually out picking up garbage this afternoon…winter litter off the lawn…and seemed quite happy to do so.
My older daughter turns 30 years old tomorrow. Thirty! I can hardly believe it. So we managed to have a meal together tonight, though Mom wasn’t up to cooking her usual birthday fare. We managed a vegetarian lasagna, some garlic bread, and a small birthday cake. It matters not what you eat, but that you eat it together, I think. :) Happy birthday, my sweet girl.
I have a new bloom on my orchid to photograph tomorrow and I’ve missed visiting all your blogs. Back to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow, I hope.