Doing Nothing and Doing It Well
Since getting, acquiring, contracting, coming down with the swine flu last November, I have had a tough road to recovery: low-grade pneumonia, tonsillitis, several flus and viruses, and laryngitis–twice! My nephew, who will officially be a cardio thoracic surgeon in May, informed me that my immune system will need time to bounce back. Harumph! Grr!
So, I do not feel the least bit guilty for lying around on a chaise next to the gentle, rippling, sparkling-blue surf in full sight of the blistering sun occasionally sipping a pina colada. Of course, there were some redeeming moments: not engaging in long- or needless conversation to save my voice for my job where I have to talk for 6 straight hours at a volume which probably terrifies my students; and having read two fantastic books: Run by Ann Patchett and Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese and partway into a third.
No, I don’t feel badly about becoming sloth-like for seven straight, glorious days. I only fancy for a few more.
Quote of the Day for YOU: No one can get inner peace by pouncing on it. ~Harry Emerson Fosdick