Song of Myself by Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you...
Endure and help were easier than today's celebrate. It's day three of this flu stuff, and it is rocking my world. I really have slept most of the time. Today I'm celebrating with a "pity party." Why am I so weak? Why am I so tired? Why can't I do anything? Time for a pity party or perhaps I need to go lie down. I'm sure tomorrow will be better.
My gratitude list...
1) friend check ins
2) a friend that assured me today there's not way The Donald could be president.
3) soup and other food in the freezer so I don't need to go outside

Comments