I’ve been sick now for a few days. The household is backing up. You know, laundry… dishes… clean surfaces. Don’t get me wrong, my husband and kids have been pitching in. It’s just not the same.
Sick enough to call out from work, I’m watching The Price is Right, ensconced on the couch with a Coke and a blanket. I can see the trees out the back window, blowing wildly in the cold winter air. I’d love to go stand next to one, hear the creak of the wood and feel the same waves of wind buffet my body.
