Okay, my unintentional xanga boycott has gone on for too long.

Have you ever blown your nose so much that you can't smell anything anymore, and you wonder if you blew your sense of smell out along with all that gook?

Yes, I have the flu (or close enough to it that my doctor is treating me for it). I am taking Tamiflu, an anti-viral which keeps the flu from reproducing, and also a good ol' trusty Z-pac (antibiotic) for everything else (fluid in my ears, etc). I was supposed to leave yesterday morning to go with Daniel for his birthday to visit his brother and sister-in-law in Colorado, and go snowboarding. Instead, I went to the doctor, and got a diagnosis of four very lonely, sickly, solitary days. No work, no school (hah!), no play. I truly cannot remember the last time I felt this horrible.
   However, though I was feeling a bit worse for the wear, a few things happened today that blessed the socks off of me. The first was an e-get-well-card from a very dear friend in Missouri. He really made me smile. The second was the plethora of phone calls I've received from friends just calling to tell me to get better, and in the meantime they're praying for me (or sending me tea, thanks Sarah! , and just letting me know they're thinking about me. When you're all alone and sick, a phone call really makes a difference. The third thing was my roommate made me soup for dinner. This may not sound like much, but it is truly a blessing when you are so sick you don't want to eat anything, you get full after 4 bites of food, and then you can't take your medicine because it makes you sick to your stomach because you haven't eaten anything, but you can't eat anything because you're sick to your stomach. And so the vicious cycle continues. So, by Anna making me soup and tempting me to eat real food, I was able to get some nourishment in my body and hopefully will be able to keep down my medicine. The fourth, and best thing that happened today, is that Chad and his fiancee' Sarah called me...and they are coming to visit me! Today, I only felt the improvement in my health was the tiniest, most miniscule amount until I heard that they were coming. Then, I had such a rush of joy, that I felt better already. They love me! They care about me, and they are coming to take care of me. Such rich blessings I have in my life.

Well I have exhausted myself typing so I will now say good-night.

The pale rain makes me feel as though I were in a foreign country.

The tiniest of tiny droplets falling, jumping to touch my face, like kisses blown by pixie angels.

The sky was so green I almost ran a red light.

Listen! Listen at the top of your lungs.

There is a faerie who wants a pet waterfall.

What if there were rainbows instead of lines in the middle of the street?