I got the flu shot. I doubled my Vitamin C. I washed my hands. I avoided crowds when I could. And I got the flu. I'm thanking the Lord that, although it came and it wasn't fun, it was short lived. All that's left now is to regain my strength.
Nothing makes you appreciate good health like an episode of bad health.
I awoke this morning to brilliant sunshine on a blindingly beautiful new snowfall. I had gotten up early because Tuesday is my day to volunteer at the church office. I'd dressed, put on makeup, combed my hair, and eaten a very small breakfast. (Can't handle too much food yet.)
I was just about to put on my boots and head out the door when I found a text message from my pastor, telling me to stay home today because of the snow and slippery roads. I texted him back, thanked him, and told him that I imagined that Doug would be glad I hadn't found his text earlier because Doug hasn't seen me with my hair combed and makeup on in days.
Doug had gone out to shovel the snow away from the garage door for me, so I went out to tell him I was staying home. A neighbor had just arrived with his small tractor and blade to clean our driveway of snow. Two Amish guys, on two separate Bobcats, were making the rounds of the neighborhood, clearing other driveways.
|One of the Amish guys in his Bobcat|
Our little crabapple tree gives us so much enjoyment. It blooms so beautifully in the spring. In the winter and early spring, it feeds birds and squirrels, who in turn entertain us with their antics.
I had planned to take my camera with me when I went to work at the church today so that I could get an updated photo of the church building in the pretty snow. But I didn't want the photo bad enough to turn down Pastor's offer of a day off.