Well, I’m sick. I’ve come down with the crud, which might not be scientific (and certainly not specific) but has given me the perfect excuse to skip day 26 of the 31 day challenge. But if I give up now (what would Edmund Hillary do? Didn’t I just ask him that the other day? Does it matter that he hasn’t gotten back to me?) … but I won’t.
Because it feels as if I’ve spent my life giving up at the slightest provocation. My art, my writing, my goals, my voice.
Besides, it’s only a cold. My husband brought home orange juice. And pudding for my sore throat. He’s fed the cats and fussed over me a bit and then left me to my books and my boxes of tissues.
Life is good. I’ll be glad when I’m well again.
But I’m especially pleased to be blogging with all of you today!