The cold came on quickly and without warning. One minute I was riding my bike home from a lovely brunch at a friend's house, slightly buzzed from a generous mimosa, and the next I was curled up on the couch, weak, dizzy, and unable to breath through my nose. I ended up going to bed at 8:30PM (which, due to Daylight Savings Time, was actually 7:30PM) and slept for a solid eleven hours. I spent this morning filling up tissues and coughing while propped up in bed, alternating between Swamplandia! and the latest issue of Bat City Review.
|Good books are the best medicine.|
After a while, the dogs became restless, wondering what had happened to their morning walk. And so I dragged myself out of bed, threw my hair into a messy ponytail, layered up my clothing, and headed out with the boys. And then a miraculous thing happened. As it turned out, layers were not needed - it was sunny and 75 degrees, a gorgeous day, and we walked leisurely, soaking in the weather (me) and peeing on all the things (them). It was even a little easier to breathe and half way through the walk, I made the decision to show this cold who's boss. It is, after all, the first official day of spring break, and I refuse to waste my precious free time in bed, feeling sorry for myself.
|Calvin says, "get out of bed, already!"|
Step one: open all the windows and let some of that lovely day inside. Step two: mix up some bread dough, so that it can spend the morning rising on the counter. Step three: make a fresh pot of coffee and catch up on the Internet and my blog. Step four: take a hot shower, wash my damn hair, and put on a pair of recently washed jeans, because looking like a human will help me feel like one, too.
I'm still a little stuffed up, still sneezing and a woozy, and I won't drag myself to the YMCA today (because really, no one wants to share gym equipment with someone who clearly has a cold), but I'm already feeling ten times better than I did yesterday. Maybe my immune system is regaining some of it's power. Maybe I'm in denial. Maybe I don't care. Today, I plan to read in the sunshine, write by the window, and walk the dogs again in the afternoon. In other words: look out, spring break! I'm feeling better and I'm ready to enjoy the hell out of you.