A Short One

Made it back to work on Monday.

Monday was a blitz.

Meetings.

Emails.

Catching up.

Trying to figure out what mattered now versus what could wait until later.

Then Monday night, two of the boys started throwing up.

That wasn't ideal.

By 2 a.m. Tuesday morning, I joined the club.

I held it together as long as I could, but eventually waved the white flag, took the rest of the day off, and spent most of it in bed feeling absolutely miserable.

Not productive.

Not reflective.

Not inspirational.

Just sick.

Thankfully, whatever decided to visit our house seems to be moving on.

Today I got up on time and feel about 95%.

Good enough.

Everyone else is mostly better too.

I still need to make up a stream from missing one earlier in the week.

Might happen tonight.

We'll see.

Sometimes life hands you a week full of meaningful reflections and life lessons.

Sometimes it hands you a stomach bug and a missed day of work.

This is one of those weeks.

Recovery doesn't always look dramatic.

Sometimes it's just waking up and realizing you're feeling a little better than yesterday.

Sometimes that's enough.

Much love. Stay safe. Wash your damn hands.

Seriously.

Wash them.

See you Friday.