It's a funny thing to be sick. Almost like you never really knew what it was like to feel healthy, until all of the sudden you don't anymore. And once you start feeling sick, it's easy to feel like that's the way it's always been, the way it will always be. It's hard to be grateful when you're sick.
I spent the last four days in my hometown, sleeping in late with my mom and grandma, shopping, and going to the Opera. It was soul-refreshing, but bodily exhausting. Today I woke up sick. So I'm sitting on the couch, trying to entertain a puppy and get my work done (while moving as little as possible), resting and reaching for gratitude. Things I am grateful for: quilts, Netflix, air conditioning, puppy snuggles, clients who understand, family that truly sees me.