It’s Tuesday evening and I’m supposed to do some soul searching so let’s hurry to the confessional.
It’s been a week now since my last confession. A week in which some sense of normalcy has begun to return to my body. I confess that the concept of feeling good has become an enigma of sorts because I don’t think I’ve really fell well since before Thanksgiving. The most recent health issue was the acquisition of influenza and I believe we’ve knocked that out and I’m getting stronger daily. A public service announcement at this point… I had a flu shot this fall and evidently there is a sizable failure rate with the most recent vaccine. Also worth noting if you live in Missouri the CDC indicates the flu is widespread. A week or so ago it was the only state in the US that was highlighted red – the highest level.
I think when you’ve been sick off and on for about 4 months you kind of lose that feistiness that tends to get you in trouble. As a result I don’t have any really exciting vices to report. Though during the work drive this week my wife noted I must be feeling better because I was a bit cranky. I didn’t know I had to feel good to be cranky but maybe it all fits together in with being feisty.
And this week, another positive sign is I’m starting to feel like my writing mojo is coming back. I’m convinced that creativity is one of the first casualties of sickness. I confess that my writing was starting to feel like a self fulfilling prophecy of failure.
I confess that I’ve eaten a sinful amount of Black Walnut ice cream this past week. But on a positive note, I’ve remained true to my sacrifice of Diet Coke for lent. Coke shares must be plummeting (good time to buy) but they will be back on the rise come Easter. Actually, I’m thinking I will not be as big a Coke drinker after this. We’ll see.