Ah, it doesn't get much better for me in my current circumstances than enjoying a steaming cup of black tea & two pieces of toast slathered with butter & honey. The last few days have been a challenge since my aches & pains intensified before finally backing down enough for me to get outside for a short walk & come back to write this first paragraph & maybe even another. (I'm relieved that I don't have a fever or any symptoms other than the usual cold/flu type, most notably a significant lack of energy.)

Earl Grey & toast have always proved to be a cure-all for me since it was the only air of my grandmother's English background she could afford. Something about the mix of simplicity & decadence soothes my stomach & my nerves.

I like to think I'm fairly adept at balancing all the various aspects of my life (see some earlier posts, especially "Spinning Plates"), but whenever I go through an experience like this, I realize I'm only kidding myself. All it takes is one plate I'm juggling to wobble a little (say, from stress) & the precarious balance can follow suit.

But, like I said, I'm on the mend & realize the crucial chores I truly believed needed to be finished no matter what weren't really that crucial & as far as I can tell not in the least bit earthshaking.

In fact, my short-lived setback might've been just what the doctor ordered—a bit of R & R to catch my breath, sip some tea, & eat plenty of toast.

Till next time.
Drew
Drew Faraday
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