Where The Ailing Small Family Reside.

Three days, of gloom and cold.

Yesterday I stood at my window and all day there were rainbows kissing the hills between rain clouds.

And each day began with the hope that everyone was well,

and each day someone wasn't.

It seems our long-overdue turn of a flailing household is upon us.

But as always, a point is reached where we are able to stop hoping and accept it and in some ways embrace it,

because a rest is welcome, even when forced upon us.

And so we'll continue the theme of quiet, low-lying days of snuffles and coughs,
and relish the fact that it's Friday and we can be guilt free about staying home.

And hopefully the weekend proves the tonic we need for booting the last of the malaise from our home,
and I have happy, healthy things to blog about next week!

Happy Friday!