Got a cold this week and I'm glad for the break from work. I slow down and notice. My mind stops, too befogged to keep up the usual interior chatter.
I listen to the silence, broken by the hum of the refrigerator, the click of the thermostat telling the furnace to kick on, watch the cat as he moves from place to place around the house, first the windowsill, then his catnip scented sleeping mat, then a patch of sun. I notice a grubby feeling, easily solved by a hot shower and fresh clothes. I wash dishes by hand after they've soaked in my big old fashioned sink. I pick up bits of detritus from the rug and leave the TV off.
Seems like my body got my attention!
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