*Easily sung to the Mama's and Papa's classic tune, by the way.
In spite of a cold that, after chasing me for a couple of weeks, finally blew by my homeopathic defensive guards left and right, caught up, tackled me and tossed me on the couch where I spent that aforementioned sun-day (a little curtsy, by the way, to the upcoming Super Bowl...about which I have little to no knowledge, but there it is), I'm feeling bright about this start to the week.
I had created a little breathing room for myself this week and hoped it would be a quiet time to chill before work kicks into high gear for the next stretch of months, but it's weird how the body senses an approaching break and decides to crash. I'll be taking care in this little retreat. Perhaps it's good timing after all.
Sending out buckets of flowers to you all to start the week...
Have a lovely one.
Yours in healing (and organizing!) during my few quiet days,