breaking the cycle of sick

For weeks, I have been walking this road of sick. Marking each day by how many pills are left in the prescription. Instead of bounding out of bed and into my exercise routine I have snuggled deeper into the covers... hoping for a few more minutes of rest. And even that hasn't been enough to keep my eye lids from drooping while I sit working at my desk. I snack my way through the afternoon, thinking only of how my living room awaits, and how soon I can lay myself down on the couch.
And the next day, the cycle begins anew.
But I keep on... knowing that one of these days I will breathe easier. After all, it is only bronchitis.
Today, armed with a fresh new prescription and a sick day... I rest. Until I can rest no more. The blue sky beckons and the leaves are dancing in the breeze. My camera has not seen the outside of my purse in weeks... and the afternoon calls me from the la-z-boy.

Hello, sun on my face.
Hello, blue sky and dancing leaves.
Hello, beautiful day.
I may be sitting here still wrapped up in the sick, but I cannot let this day pass without grabbing a bit of it for me. What is that Pa used to say to Half-pint? Oh yes. Make hay while the sun shines. I may not be making hay... but the sun is shining. And ten minutes of life outside my blanky can only be good for the soul.