As I get older, I've noticed that at a certain point my body just says, "Go to hell!"
Don't get me wrong, I've always been a lover of sleep, but I used to be able to just push through both "tired" and "sick" like a mack truck when necessary. Now, less so. It's like, the spirit is still willing, but the flesh says, "Nope, uh-uh--either you can sleep on your own or I'll make you sleep, but either way, we're going to bed now."
Which is exactly what happened yesterday afternoon.
I wouldn't say I was sick, per se, but moving made me nauseous, my joints were all achy...basically it just a big old red flag that it was time to get some rest.
And wouldn't you know it, the world looks a lot better today. It's a wonder what sleep, a sick day, and a bowl of fried rice (my go-to food for tummy upset) can do.
Some happy things from my new, more bright-eyed perspective....
Fifty pounds of tomatoes....all canned (or dried) up and ready to combat the month of January. They're local (they came from a farm just up the road), cheap ($1 a pound), and organic-esque (i.e. grown responsibly, even if they don't have the little round sticker). I haven't counted how many pints it made, but it's a lot.
Knitting projects that can be done bit-by-bit while entertaining a small child. Would you believe that I finished this sweater in less than two weeks, almost all in stolen moments? And got a decent chunk of a chunky blanket finished as well? I wouldn't have thought it possible myself, except that I did it.
Also, last but not least, the laundry is folded. At our house, one major casualty of having a child has been that folding and putting away laundry doesn't happen a lot anymore. It was our least favorite chore before, and now, well, I consider just keeping up with washing it a big acomplishment. But since I was feeling better this afternoon, I tackled the mountain...literally. (And then realized I'd missed what was in the dryer, but ah well....)