I considered not writing today, taking a sick day because I am sick. I’ve had a cold and cough (Covid negative) for a week. This morning I decided to go to Urgent Care, and they have fixed me up with a steroid, cough medicine, and antibiotic. Excuse me while I cough.
I hate being sick. Does anyone really like feeling bad? No. But I can still be grateful.
For a cup of tea,
and my dog next to me.
A soft place to lay,
a comfortable place to stay.
Gratitude still owns my heart
when all else seems to fall apart.
How does gratitude influence you today?
Reflections on the Teche 