For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve. 1 Corinthians 15:3-5 (NIV)
Friday. Ahh, Friday. I had big plans for you Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Now, they’re all caput. I’m sick. It was a VERRRYYYYY long week. It would have been a long week even if I hadn’t been coming off of an eleven day hiatus from my job. Between holidays and a little bit of vacation time, it was a nice long stretch getting to do whatever I wanted to do. Felt, fuse glass, sew, cook or sleep late. So many choices and no one dictating what I did or when. Now, I am two versions of me. The one doing my regular job and the one doing the job that I don’t like. And the one doing the job I don’t like can’t turn her brain off at night for a decent sleep. Two many stories rolling around in there. My husband says I have started talking in my sleep again. Despite taking a benedryl and two Advil every night. While the side effects of benedryl and Advil may have helped me sleep, I wasn’t taking them for that purpose. This darn cold weather has settled in my head and chest, and I feel like what I usually gather up in the horse stall. Except that is warmer than I feel. (I find a pile of steaming horse poop entertaining. Small minds, you know). I can’t get warm and am achy and rotten feeling. My ear and throat hurt, and my nose is running. Isn’t there some study that linked stress with decreased immune systems? Think I can get workman’s comp for a cold? Anyway, I had two very lovely options for tomorrow neither of which will happen now. A scout working towards his Eagle Scout rank had planned a horseback ride at a nearby scout camp. It is a beautiful place and we are not normally allowed to ride there, but this was a fund raiser for something he is working on so they opened it up to trail riding for the day. With “brutal winds” (our local weatherman’s words, I think he has been reading his dictionary) and sleet, possibly SNOW, predicted for tomorrow, the ride was cancelled. That led me to Plan B, help Vicki build a yurt at the art center where she teaches. Go here to learn about it
I was honored she asked me to come help and wanted to support this exciting venture. Alas, I have decided not to do that either, but will stay home in my pajamas and sulk. Staying out of the cold temperatures which are not predicted to rise above 44 degrees tomorrow, I will roast chickens for soup and drink lots of fresh squeezed orange juice. I should be up and feeling better soon. Just in time to go back to work on Monday. When I start feeling sorry for myself, I remember another Friday when the outlook was gloomy and bleak, but by Sunday, there was great rejoicing. That puts my puny little cold into perspective.