I've been a bit under the weather since Sunday night. Just a cold, but a nasty one....
Actually I don't know if I've been contracting one cold after another for the last couple of weeks, or if I've just been dancing with the same cold and not really giving myself time to recuperate. So this week I am deliberately taking myself out of commission and only doing what I absolutely must, in the hopes that I will kick this thing once and for all.
I am better than I was however, and that is all to the good. Yesterday afternoon I finally finished putting photos up on the stairwell wall. As I was winding down for one of my all too frequent breaks, the phone rang and I simply sat on the stairs to chat. As I talked I would look up at the wall, at photos of family, known and unknown, and it occurred to me that I was sitting, in that very moment, in a very happy place.
