While Ellen was visiting, I was coming down with a cold. At the time, I didn't realize that I was getting sick, but I was aware of being crankier than I had any right to be. Sorry Ellen. Sorry Robb. Please forgive me for being weird and fussy and impatient and out-of-sorts.
So, now I've got a full-throttle case of laryngitis, and a really miserable cold. I can't talk, and I don't really have the energy for conversation, anyway.
In between bouts of coughing and dozing, I've been doing a bit of reading, and thinking about how fortunate Robb and I really are. Being sick is no fun, but every single time I take a sip of lemony water or tea, made with the lemons off of our tree, I have to smile.
(I've been drinking a lot of lemon juice ... I wonder how long the lemon harvest will last?)
Robb and I live in a beautiful place, with access to great food. We're able to cook from scratch, every single day. Most of our food comes from local farmers, relatively bearby. We are very fortunate, indeed.