What a dreary day, I thought as I pulled on the Interstate shortly after 5:00 today. The sun didn’t come out all day. It didn’t rain, but it didn’t warm up, either. Just another cold, grey day. It made me miss the long, warm days of summer. Oh well, summer would come again. It always does. For now, I should enjoy the fact that it’s Christmas season again, and I’m healing. Christmas only comes once a year, after all. I should enjoy it. There’s no reason why I can’t.
Despite the dreary day, I was grateful to be able to be out in it after being homebound for 4 days with the flu. It was good to feel better and be able to go back to work. I was tired and there was still room for improvement health wise, but I was glad for the healing that I had – and glad that the grey landscape wasn’t illuminated by red brake lights. No traffic backup. That was good. It meant I’d be home sooner.
I know several people who rarely get sick, and I wondered if they appreciated the small miracles of health. Do they realize what a gift it is to be able to get up and go about their business without battling micro-organisms that are trying to take over their bodies, and throwing their immune systems into a full blown battle that knocks them out? Do they know what a miracle it is to be able to breathe clearly, and not battle aches and pains? Do they realize what a blessing it is to be able to sleep all the way through the night without your sinuses waking you up every 1-2 hours blocking up or running out of control? Do they know how lucky they are to not have to stand at the pharmacy counter nervous and wondering if you’ll be able to buy more decongestants so you can continue healing? Or if you’ll be blocked because you’re too close to the federal limit for the month because you’ve been sick and all the meth heads have made it neigh-on impossible for you to get the medicine you need for a health issue that you can’t help but that the federal government treats you like a drug addict over? Or are they spoiled by too much wellness and don’t realize what a good thing they’ve got going, and how the rest of us envy them?
I pulled off the Interstate and saw a man standing on the corner and another man walking up the street, around the area of the hotel and restaurants at the exit. Now there were a couple of people that would appreciate something that I hadn’t even thought of yet – a heated car! It was definitely too cold to be out walking. That’s what happens in a city with little public transportation. I thought of Washington D.C. and wondered which was worse: walking in the cold, or long waits on slow metro and bus rides. Six of one, half a dozen of the other, I suppose. But at least all these people needed was close by. Even walking, they’d be indoors soon.
The sky seemed a bit darker as I turned on my street. Glancing at my dash clock, I saw that it was 5:15, the exact time that my weather radio had given for sunset today. There was still a bit of light in the sky. I recently read that you still see that light due to the bend in the horizon. Still, it was dark enough to see the bright glow of Christmas lights, including the ones on my own front porch. Home at last, and I entered to Zack and Chloe greeting me as Rick was preparing steaks and potatoes for supper. One of my favorites! He must have known that I was tired of soup and ready for some solid food now. My appetite is coming back. That’s good.
Sometimes, it takes being knocked out by illness to appreciate the little blessings that make a normal day. No doubt, I’ll continue to recover. My energy will return with my appetite, and I’ll dive back into the hustle and bustle of everyday life without any mind to what it takes to keep it moving. I just hope I don’t lose my perspective of the little things like this drive home that make ordinary days special.
That’s all today. Take care and have a good week.
Bye!
Despite the dreary day, I was grateful to be able to be out in it after being homebound for 4 days with the flu. It was good to feel better and be able to go back to work. I was tired and there was still room for improvement health wise, but I was glad for the healing that I had – and glad that the grey landscape wasn’t illuminated by red brake lights. No traffic backup. That was good. It meant I’d be home sooner.
I know several people who rarely get sick, and I wondered if they appreciated the small miracles of health. Do they realize what a gift it is to be able to get up and go about their business without battling micro-organisms that are trying to take over their bodies, and throwing their immune systems into a full blown battle that knocks them out? Do they know what a miracle it is to be able to breathe clearly, and not battle aches and pains? Do they realize what a blessing it is to be able to sleep all the way through the night without your sinuses waking you up every 1-2 hours blocking up or running out of control? Do they know how lucky they are to not have to stand at the pharmacy counter nervous and wondering if you’ll be able to buy more decongestants so you can continue healing? Or if you’ll be blocked because you’re too close to the federal limit for the month because you’ve been sick and all the meth heads have made it neigh-on impossible for you to get the medicine you need for a health issue that you can’t help but that the federal government treats you like a drug addict over? Or are they spoiled by too much wellness and don’t realize what a good thing they’ve got going, and how the rest of us envy them?
I pulled off the Interstate and saw a man standing on the corner and another man walking up the street, around the area of the hotel and restaurants at the exit. Now there were a couple of people that would appreciate something that I hadn’t even thought of yet – a heated car! It was definitely too cold to be out walking. That’s what happens in a city with little public transportation. I thought of Washington D.C. and wondered which was worse: walking in the cold, or long waits on slow metro and bus rides. Six of one, half a dozen of the other, I suppose. But at least all these people needed was close by. Even walking, they’d be indoors soon.
The sky seemed a bit darker as I turned on my street. Glancing at my dash clock, I saw that it was 5:15, the exact time that my weather radio had given for sunset today. There was still a bit of light in the sky. I recently read that you still see that light due to the bend in the horizon. Still, it was dark enough to see the bright glow of Christmas lights, including the ones on my own front porch. Home at last, and I entered to Zack and Chloe greeting me as Rick was preparing steaks and potatoes for supper. One of my favorites! He must have known that I was tired of soup and ready for some solid food now. My appetite is coming back. That’s good.
Sometimes, it takes being knocked out by illness to appreciate the little blessings that make a normal day. No doubt, I’ll continue to recover. My energy will return with my appetite, and I’ll dive back into the hustle and bustle of everyday life without any mind to what it takes to keep it moving. I just hope I don’t lose my perspective of the little things like this drive home that make ordinary days special.
That’s all today. Take care and have a good week.
Bye!
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