My dreams are harder to remember when I’m ill. And I definitely woke up ill this morning. Dreams fading quickly from my mind. The sore throat is mostly gone, but it has been replaced by congestion which is not really an improvement.
I got going earlier than I planned in the morning. I woke up before my alarm and just couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got moving. I brushed my teeth and drank some water so I’d be ready for the drug test I needed to complete before I went home. I said goodbye to my friend’s roommate (my friend having already left for work), and headed out.
The process at the Boise site was both easier and cheaper, but not so much so that it would be worth driving 4 hours instead of 2 round trip to do it on a regular basis. But since I was in town, that made it easiest.
After testing clean, I headed home. I stopped at a coffee shop to help get myself home with the illness descending upon me. A white chocolate mocha and generous slice of banana bread was both a good breakfast and a sufficient pick-me-up to get me home safely. My neighbor was just walking up my driveway as I drove up; she had gone to get the pictures I’d asked her to get of my daffodils, all of which were still in bloom for me, waiting. We chatted a bit, and then I got down to business.
I walked to check my mail to find nothing much, not even the certified mail receipt I was expecting from my tax return. I’ll have to track that. I moved my travel gear from the car into the house, but didn’t unpack anything that I didn’t need to use tonight. Then I spent the rest of the day resting in the hopes that I could get through the sickness and feel much better tomorrow. I’ll be going to bed after I post this. I did mostly breathing for my Move U exercises, lying on the floor, soaking up the sunshine.
The wind is blowing strongly outside. I like the sound of it. It’s good to be home, but I wish I didn’t feel so sick. Here’s hoping that I feel better tomorrow and also that I don’t have to get another drug test tomorrow. I’m not sure if I’m up to another long drive, especially if I’m taking cold medicine to function at work.
My friend finished turning Ambrose’s urn. It’s beautiful. A true labor of love from a truly good friend. He’s still got finishing touches to put on it, and I probably won’t be able to get it until the road between Council and New Meadows re-opens anyway. I know Ambrose was watching him every step of the way, but I told him about it anyway. I’ve been talking to him more since spreading the ashes, both aloud and in my head.
