Healing days are slow days. When we clear the calender, snuggle in under blankets and let the phone ring.
Healing is big work for small bodies. (And even bigger work for those pushing forty. Ahem.)
I think we're better, really I do. But last night was still rough, and in the morning after a sleepless night it can be hard to tell just how you feel. (I'm still evaluating and I've been up for three hours.)
So we'll let the dishes pile up for one more day. And email can wait until tonight.
Our medicine will be a card game, a puzzle, and some hot tea.
Come to think of it, healing days aren't so bad after all, are they?