Sick

I knew the coughing, sneezing and sputtering on that departing flight from Houston was probably going to make me sick.  Sure enough, I’ve been home for the last few days with low grade fever, body aches galore, and a fatigue that makes me feel as weak as a kitten.

I have actually napped.

It’s allowed me to get back to juicing which makes me feel better immediately, and use herbs from my garden for soups, stews, and veggie dishes.  My Fig tree has been showering me with sweet delicious fruit for weeks.  This morning I went out for the mail and picked my breakfast. 

The house is coming along.  I still have some boxes left, filled mostly with wall décor that I have yet to open.  The 2 big carpets arrive tomorrow morning and I will be able to finish up the living rooms.

I need some help dragging an enormous armoire out on its side under the door ways in the house and until I can do that I won’t be finished in the house.  Maybe I can talk someone into some manual labor in trade for figs…  hmmm.

Work is crazy busy.  I have been happy to be sick so I can slow it all down.  All my managers are sensitive to the load on me and are being supportive until we get the team filled out with new hires.  For now, I am the US and Canada…and I am helping in Europe.  It is still fun though, and that’s all I care about.

Next week I fly back to Kansas City to speak at a women’s technology conference.  I will stay with my daughter at her new house.  She will be so jazzed to show me the new place.  I am sure she’s in freak out mode right now trying to decorate and make it perfect.  She moved in to her place the same week I moved in to mine.  Her boyfriend Michael is being sweet and sent me a message about how he was pleased I was coming to stay with them.  LOL.  We’ll see if he’s pleased after a day or two.  He treats her very well – and seems to be crazy about her – and that’s all I care about in that category, too.

I had a few blue moments this week.  Perhaps it’s just being under the weather – or it’s that the winter rains and graying days have started  – or it’s that I found my wedding dress in storage to be ruined with mold.  

It was crazy – I mean it’s not like I was going to ever wear it again…but there it was ruined – just like the marriage I bought it for…and I fell apart.  At first, I thought I should cut it up and save the good material for something – and then – after about 15 minutes of bawling like a baby – I knew I just needed to throw it away and get on with my life.  I sobbed as I put it in the garbage can.

The trash men took it this morning.