My View

This was my view. Not today, but two days ago. I didn't have the energy to post on Tuesday.

I must say one of the greatest rewards of growing older (this is not a post on age) is the recognition of what you're feeling--physically and emotionally--and what you want to do about it. You recognize when you're elated and why, you know when you're mad and you can decide what you're going to do about it, and you sense when you're discouraged and you figure out how to handle that.

I've been attacked by allergies. And it's made me feel sick. I haven't been sick in a long, long time. I refuse to let my body slow down long enough to feel sick. But after huddling in a blanket all day, not really being able to breath deeply, clinging to my laptop for warmth (and catching up on a billion emails), when my sweet friend Diedra called to invite me over to dinner, I admitted it. I didn't feel good. She immediately offered to bring me dinner. I started to cry. And then I knew I really was sick.

So this was my view: notice kleenex, water bottle, mug of hot tea, tin-foil-covered dinner from Diedra, my puffy Laura Ashley comforter, and, of course, my bound Woman's Exponent and laptop open to the Nauvoo Relief Society Minutes resting on the awesome antique coffee table I found on the street and still haven't figured out how to refinish.

I'm on the mend. I have prescriptions for flonase and an inhaler, I've had a delightful sleep thanks to some benadryl (who knew it was almost as good as ambien!?!), and lots and lots and lots of liquids. And emails to catch up...