I am happy to be well enough to type, to step outside, corral teens to school and look at my to do list with enough energy not to feel utterly exhausted at the mere thought of doing anything productive. For the past few days I have been in my bed, replacing my husband's form who similarly affected, infected me and so the story goes. This was the kind of influenza where sunlight made my eyes ache, chills swept through me, and ginger ale was the only form of nutrition I could muster. The kids would pause in the door of my bedroom with a gaze of anxiety as I warned them, "Do not enter! You do not want to get this!!"
The return of health has brightened my outlook and I am grateful for that.