Sweet Relief

Ah, sweet relief! I woke up to the blessed feeling of ... no headache. How easy it is to hop out of bed after that initial tentative self-evaluation reveals wellness. How fast I forget the agony of the previous day. Yesterday, I wanted to call myself a goner. Today: "Hello, world! Let's do this!" (This headache amnesia is why I get myself in trouble with my various headache triggers. I'm writing these experiences down so I can remember and all of you can hold me accountable for taking care of myself.)

Now by the Murphy's Law Code that governs our family, only one adult can be fully functional at all times. Today the jet lag hit Jamieson big time and he was in full zombie mode. Also, while Erik's cough is already subsiding, William has some sort of mild stomach upset for us to ponder. (Hey kid, life tip: Do not lick O'Hare!) It's always something. Always.

Even though we had some germs, yawns and a few literal dark clouds on the horizon, my dear husband did tell me to follow through with my intended alone-time activity of the day. That was a bike ride to the library, an iced latte from the coffee shop, and a leisurely stroll among the stacks. Heaven. I even picked up magazines and sat alone to read them in the silent reading room. I feel cured of all my ills! What's more, the fitness boost and the caffeine jolt gave me the kick needed to even vacuum the house when I got home, so we're even off to a slightly clean start to the week. Never underestimate the therapeutic powers of that feeling of accomplishment.

Thank you to everyone who has kindly asked how I am feeling the past few days. It has been very encouraging to be remembered. Despite, the stormy weather forecasted in the week ahead, I'm feeling optimistic that this rough patch is now in the past. Onward.