I realized this morning just how fortunate I am to be working from home when I woke up with an insane headache and stuffy head. By nature, I’m a grumbler and a worrier (I know, I know, very unattractive qualities in a person) although I do make efforts to curb myself and I have a dear husband who reminds me all week long how much worse things could be and that I need to be very grateful for my health and family; as well as points out the fact that I grumbled and complained every single morning that I had to roll out of bed and get ready for my job at the office, regardless of the weather or how I was feeling. And he’s right.
It wasn’t all that long ago when having to call in sick to work meant for me a day’s wages or two lost; or returning to a desk covered in out-of-control stacks of paperwork that would take ages to catch up on.
Today’s post is a very short one, but as I sit in the quiet comfort of my warm bed, tissues and tea on the night table nearby, notebook propped on thighs, and pajama clad, I can’t help but feel appreciative that I’m still able to get in a good day’s work before calling it an early evening and drifting to sleep, anticipating a better morning to come.