Sick day

 Nothing ruins a sick day like, well, being sick.  I would see something that needed doing and think, "Maybe I'll be up for that later."

I wasn't.

I was sick.

I did see pretty things as I padded around in my fuzzy socks, doing things like taking Wellness Formula (like it's my actual job) and refilling my water bottle.

Since I was also listening to the Follow Him podcast (such a great one this week!  I say that every week), I had my phone handy and snapped pictures of pretty things that caught my eye. 

If you're going to be sick, at least the world is pretty.

moody predawn with the temple glowing--woke up early, still got 9 hours of sleep

The low sun hits my disco ball in the morning only.  Usually I miss it because I am at school.

Tuesday night Adam went to a fancy work dinner and brought home these pretty glass jars.  I love when they say take home the table decorations!  Birds were flitting around the snow-covered tree outside and it set a lovely scene.  (Adam also brought me home a piece of creme brûlée cake which I was not sad about.)

Somewhere around mid-morning, I heard the tell-tale sound of a bird hitting one of our windows.  I hate it when that happens! After I ate lunch, I noticed a package on our front porch, right next to a dead bird.  (Sincere apologies to the delivery guy!)  Mark was home from class so I called him upstairs.  I said, "In my family growing up, the boys did the outside stuff and the girls did the inside stuff and there's a dead bird on the doorstep."

He generously didn't point out that he currently is doing all the dishes and laundry and went and got a shovel and got rid of the bird.

He also brought in the package.

(When you live with your parents you have everything but peace.)

Altogether it was a pretty good day.  I got a bunch of school stuff done on my computer.  I read my book and did a tiny bit of cross-stitch.  I also talked to both sisters and both parents on the phone.  Not bad.

Going back to school today; wearing a mask!