I did not feel well at all yesterday, but I swear I got so much joy out of messing with people about it.
Three people told me how awful I looked, and each time I responded, "I'm sick. It started with the runs, but at least now it's calmed down to a head cold that's slowly spreading to my chest. It's been about a 2-day process so far and I'm guessing I've got another 3 ahead of me."
The responses have been awesome. A co-worker made me laugh when she said, "Oh, you probably got it from me. I had diarrhea all weekend, too. I got off the shitter for about 5 minutes on Saturday and got to catch a skit on Saturday Night Live, but that was the extent of my weekend fun. The rest of it was spent in the bathroom."
One person did that sneaky shuffle out of the room--the one where she moves slowly away from you while grabbing a Kleenex to wipe off her hands, as if you won't notice.
The last was my neighbor Don, and he didn't fck around: He turned and ran out of my yard and back into his own without even saying anything. Well damn, if I had known it was that easy...
My Bible Study ladies and I have been practicing gratitude in tough times, and I think this situation fits that description perfectly. What fun I can have, even when I'm sick.
It's the little things, peeps. The little things.
I never realized how much material Don has given me. I need to go outside and thank him--after he un-quarantines himself from me. If you're in the mood for a little more reading, click here, here, and here for more stories about my neighbor. And as always, thanks for stopping by!