For the past six days, I’ve been holed up inside my house wrestling with the nastiest stomach virus ever known to mankind. In my 31 years, I have never experienced intestinal discomfort and exhaustion quite like this past week (and I hope to never become acquainted with these feelings again). Marathon naps, ginger ale and popsicles, and a subscription to Netflix got me through the week, but I knew if my body didn’t get vertical and move a bit — soon! — that my old friends Tight Hips and Lower Back Pain were going to visit and make me even more miserable.
This morning I woke to snow — snow! — on the ground and still lightly falling. By 3 p.m., most of the snow had melted and I pulled on my sweats and sneakers for a walk around the neighborhood. Because Mom had driven me to the grocery store the day before, I knew that most of the cherry blossoms, forsythia and magnolias were blooming, so I grabbed my little pocket camera before locking up the house behind me.
I’m definitely still not 100%, but the fresh air made me feel better and the walk eased some of the tension from my bedridden muscles. It was a good idea to take a walk today and get out of the house… and looking at this photo makes me feel about 43.6% better than I did when faced with a sink full of dirty dishes and empty ginger ale cans.