Mary at Life, the Universe and Everything started the Sleeping With Bread meme awhile back. This meme is usually posted on Mondays, but I really, really feel like baking my bread today ... right now ... Thursday. I'm sure Mary will forgive me for doing this on Thursday. [smile] If you don't know about this meme, go here to read about it.
As I sit here snuffling (yes, snuffling) and hovering over my hot tea, I find that I'm simultaneously miserable and filled with joy. The misery is simple. I've got a sinus infection that has now moved down into my chest. All of the smoke from the fires here in Southern California have made the whole thing worse. I really want to be able to breathe without wheezing. I really want to be able to taste my food again. Soon ... I'm sure I'll be feeling well soon due to modern medicine that will kick this thing in the butt.
So you may ask, "But where is the joy in this?" The joy has a name. I call him Mr. Distortion here in blogland. He is my husband of 26 years. He is my bright spot. He has brought dinner home each evening this week and cleaned up afterwards. He has brought me decaf-nonfat-lattes on demand. He has done the grocery shopping and has made extra trips to the store for essentials that I was too fuzzy headed to remember to put on the list. He has rubbed my shoulders. He has brought me my book when I've gotten myself all tucked in and then realized that I left my latest read in the living room. He has put up with my sick, grumpy self. But here is the best part ... he is like this whether I'm sick or not. I have a lot to be grateful for.