Sometimes, when I’ve had a series of good weeks, I forget how much it sucks to be sick. Right now, I’m really sick – can’t get out of bed, sore all over, trouble breathing sick. In light of that, I’ve been listening to a lot of podcasts and eating a lot of soup. My boyfriend is a saint for taking such sweet care of me.
I don’t have the energy to write more today, but I’ll leave you with a sweet quotation:
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
~Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights