Actually, in this part of the world, winter has arrived. The snow on the trees is encased in a coating of ice and I hear the occasional crack as a weak branch gives way under the sheet weight of water. The sun is coming and within the hour, my outside world will be transformed into a blaze of crystal.
I am still inside. I am recovering. It wasn’t the flu but this season’s cold laid me low for almost two weeks. It kept me from work and derailed my gym sessions. I survived on chicken soup, turkey soup and clear broth. I binge-watched television, slipping in and out of NyQuil haze and wondered when I’d feel myself again.
I’m getting there.
Thank you for your patience. What I will share – Getting old is not for the faint of heart. It’s a constant balance of knowing when to fight and when to accept.
Thank you, Ms Buffy, for your efforts on my behalf. They are so appreciated!
And thank you, my readers, for your patience!