I come to you tonight, on this last night of the year, crawling my way back from an intestinal agnoy that has lasted 7 days. It's better...I'm better, but not exactly in the clear yet. It has left me several pounds lighter (though I know they will come back, with friends, when I begin eating normally again) and really, really weak and tired. It has sucked.
AH has been off work for the past 10 days or so. We were going to just have some local fun. Eat at our favorite places, take Miss C to the Discovery Center, see a few movies. Instead we have hunkered down in front of the fire for a marathon of Alias, a few good books, and lots of naps. I feel like I've been the grand party pooper (yuk, yuk) but there has been not a single word of complaint from my lovely husband. He made me jello and bought me Gatoraid (ick), made me soup and has just generally been awesome.
And maybe it hasn't been so bad. Oh the first days were plenty bad, but the last few have been quietly peaceful. I have spent many hours watching a host of sparrows as they hop from the bush outside my window....
Such sweet little guys just going about life. I've filled out my class schedule for our local Learning in Retirement classes, done some knitting, and contemplated the coming new year. Here is my short list:
*This year I'm going to walk outside more. I'm pretty faithful to my treadmill, but outside is best.
*Yoga and meditation will become a higher priority.
*MUST learn to be better at meal planning. I know it sounds crazy but, "what do you want for dinner?" is a question both AH and I have come to hate.
*write, write, write, write and write
*Stop being afraid and begin actively exploring my artistic side. First on the agenda, water color.
*To focus more on the positive. This may mean some facebook and other media culling. I've grown weary of the political name calling and religious finger pointing. We must seek good to create good.
*NOT cut my hair. If I mention to anyone that I'm thinking about cutting my hair, remind me of this.
*Continue the process of learning to love who I am this minute. Not after I lose more weight or gain some other virtue I consider missing. Just me, right now.
Have fun tonight, though be safe. I'll be enjoying baked ravioli by the fire with my best friend and a few more hours with Sydney Bristow. I wouldn't have it any other way. Namaste. ♥