Sunsets and Sickness

The air smelled like honeysuckle one evening last week, when I took Daisy for her walk. The day had hit 90*, so the strong breeze felt wonderful. The sensation, but also the freedom of being out there, no one around and a wide one sky.

It was, at that point, about ten days into being sick. My second round of antibiotics. I was just tired of being tired, and sick of being sick. I hated just feeling bad. A little fresh air, and movement helped, if only for a few moments. 

My mental health hasn't been great, made so much worse by my physical aches. I feel like I don't have things to say right now, or much to contribute at all. Things are probably going to be quieter around here. I hope you'll forgive me.