The sun is shining today and the sky is clear and blue. Just the weather I’ve been longing for all these dark, gray, cloudy months.
I should be celebrating, but I can’t seem to shake the clouds inside. I feel a little like those blossoms. Spent.
My washing machines are hard at work eradicating another night of sickness among us. As tired as I am of it all, I must admit I was relieved when the 10th member of our family finally gave in to the virus. We’ve set a new family record: ten cases of stomach flu in six days, four of them hitting within 90 minutes of each other.
It’s been such a wasted week. Everything is dirty. We’re behind in everything. I picked up my camera and took a walk around the house looking for even one happy, tidy spot. I couldn’t find one. I’m over the bug myself but can’t seem to shake the ball of lead I’m carrying around in my stomach. I know I should roll up my sleeves and get to work, but I don’t have any fight in me this morning.
Can I just cancel May?