What is it about a cold that's so debilitating? We know they only last a short while; why can't we somehow rise above the sniffles and the cough and the watery eyes and the sleepless nights?
Why is it that the only time I seem to be able to fall asleep is when I'm attempting to meditate? And why is it that family drama has a way of surfacing just when you're feeling like crap?
Here's where I wish I were right now: basking in the sun, poolside in Phoenix, being waited on hand and foot with no dog to walk, no Christmas errands to run, no cats to medicate and no exhibits to hang.
Oh, well. This, too, shall pass. And "all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well." Thank you, Julian of Norwich!