I’ve been useless for the past week. I’ve never been this sick for this long ever before in my life! You might think that I have lots to write about having had the last week to think. I don’t. My thoughts centered almost entirely on how miserable I felt and how desperately I wanted to feel better. Relief seems to have arrived thanks to antibiotics and cough syrup.
I don’t have much to say…I’m thankful for the simple things like blankets, chicken soup and cough drops.  I should be really behind and yet somehow I’m not.  I think there’s something profound in that.  Maybe all the busyness isn’t actually real.  Maybe it’s something I create.
Maybe we have more control over how busy we are than we realize…