Trust your hunches. They're usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level.
Morning all. Another Monday. Another week ahead of us. It's a cool but clear morning out there, and I am heading off to class. Ralph has an appointment this morning to make a living will. I hate to think of such things but I know they must be done. Personally, I have nothing. My ex made sure to take everything I had by ringing up credit card bills after we separated, and I just haven't been able to get saving again. Something always come up. But Ralph has the car and cash in a safe deposit box that he wants to make sure his family doesn't step in and take. But enough of this. Too depressing for me on a Monday morning.
Didn't do much of anything this weekend. Woke up on Friday with a scratchy throat, and by evening I was feeling pretty miserable. One of those nasty little chest colds that hurts to cough and leaves a nasty taste so Saturday was a day of hot tea, chicken soup, Vicks and Halls. Didn't feel like reading, playing games, watching television. Nothing. All I wanted to do was sit there and feel sorry for myself.
I am so happy that I decided at the last minute to do my food shopping on Friday so I didn't have to leave the house on Saturday. Had to get it done no matter what. The cupboard was bare, and even though the hurrican was set to veer off to the east, it's no fun to be hungry and find the refrigerator empty. On Sunday I felt a wee bit better, but thought it best to not to push myself. Although the rain had pretty much ended, it was still pretty cold and damp outdoors.
It pays to listen to our intuition. Just the other day while I was piling on the bus with all the other school children (there is a high school next to the college), I thought about how this year I'd best be vigilant about my health as I was going to be exposed to more colds than in other years. And then yesterday, I not only decided to do my food shopping a day early, but also to stop in the pharmacy next door to see if they had the day and night Coriciden. It's the only cold medication recommended for high blood pressure, and it's hard to find. It was a blessing that they had it because by evening I really needed it.
Bad as I feel, I am blessed that this happened on a weekend so I have two days to heal.
Have a good one and remember to smile. You are in for a wonderful week.