This surprise vacation may be hard on my body, but I'm enjoying the hell out of having time to myself. Nothing to do, nothing much I really can do, and I'm relaxing into the space. Making some damn fine metaphorical lemonade. Moby curled up beside me, I watch the fluffy, salty, lake effect snow drift down. Icy out there, I'm here in my red plaid pjs and softest sweater, reading, writing, watching bad TV guiltlessly.
All worthwhile blessings come wrapped ugly, mixed up with hard crunchy bits. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving here. And I am very thankful, for a good hospital system that treated me well. That I didn't break anything in this fall, including my brain-case. That I can be home to recover. That I know D sees me as me, and the change in my face elicits empathy only. That I didn't have to brave the icy roads early this morning. So much to be grateful for, all the important stuff.