My weekend came to a close with a wicked sore throat that refuses to recognize defeat. I, however, also refuse to recognize defeat, and while I may hole up in bed for a bit, I will come out conqueror--because my birthday is next week, and I will not be sick on my birthday.
Determined as I am to get better, I need to revamp my attitude and recognize some gems in my life.
This week, I'm grateful for loyal friends with a great bedside manner and a window sharing a gorgeous October sky.
For red leaves, tractor rides, and pumpkin patches with white pumpkins.
For haunted corn mazes and a reminder that "lost" is an adventure.
For a date night tradition begun long ago with my best friend that always gives my week a boost.
And for homemade Challah with marion blackberry jam, eaten while I crush on Gregory Peck all over again during Roman Holiday.
Here's to hoping I can kick this cold in the head so hard that it'll leave mine.
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