As much as I hate getting sick, I like the idea that I have to force myself to rest and relax. We are always on our feet, doing our daily routine, checking off our lists, and never taking a break to really stop to smell the roses like they say, whoever they are. I’m sick today, with the cold. I’m having cheddar potato soap (on my third bowl), drinking lots of liquids, watching Netflix, and avoiding the unnecessary duties of my daily life. No washing dishes or making the bed (I’m still in it). Belle gets the pleasure of joining me in bed since there will be no playing time. I’m listening to my body today, giving that shell of mine a rest.
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