I Accept

Some might call it resignation.  I prefer to think of it as a serene sort of acceptance.  Very Zen-like in nature and demonstrating a willingness to embrace what the universe has to offer.  The moment one simply accepts that there are things which cannot be changed is a profound one.  Of course, those moments are rare, but I do get them every now and again.  

My most recent moment of "Okey-dokey" came around 3:00 this morning.  I was doggedly drinking coffee to counteract a long overdue reaction to the antihistamines which had left me with a case of the jittery-legs beyond description.  To help kill the time, I periodically would stick the thermometer in my mouth and watch the little digital display inch ever higher up the Fahrenheit scale.  That was when I got it.  My moment of acceptance.  I do not have The Worst Cold In The Whole Wide World.  I do not have a raging case of The Goo.  

What I have is the flu.  

It is the same flu which struck down several of my teaching colleagues over the last month.  They were all very willing to share the symptoms.  To the last, I can say I have them all.  Frankly it was the fever that tipped me off.  I normally run a pretty low temperature so even a touch of fever is rather easily felt.  With that piece of the puzzle in place, I had everything I needed to begin the process of acceptance.  

This was also a pretty good time to start working on that grudge I now bear against my flu shot.  My flu shot was sleeping on the job.  It let me down.  I normally give full-on love to my flu shot.  This year's version missed the mark by about a mile.  And that would be a Goo-covered mile in case anyone is interested.

There has been no knitting today whatsoever.  In fact, there hasn't been much in the way of anything.  Unless, of course, you count laying on the couch and whimpering.  I've done a lot of that.  But I also managed to make it down to the mailbox to pick up a package since the tracking site indicated that my latest batch of zombie movies might be waiting for me.  They were.  But I've only managed to watch one.  

For the record, watching zombie movies when you are feverish is not a great idea.  It leads to dozing off and thinking that zombies are in your living room.  I'd jot that one down if I were you.  Trust me.  You don't want to forget it.

I accept the current situation, fever-zombies and all.  I'm too tired and sore to do anything else.  I am so full of the acceptance that I forgive Blogger for not uploading the pictures of the Absurdly Gi-normous Kitty with his latest Dollar Store Cat Cave.  My thought was that people might be more likely to overlook my whining if I tossed in a cute cat picture or two.  But, after an hour of trying to upload, I have accepted that this isn't going to happen tonight.

I don't blame Blogger for not wanting to touch anything that is coming out of this place right now.  Just because I am so overflowing with acceptance doesn't mean that everyone should be.  I also happen to be overflowing with The Goo and that is enough to make anyone wary.  Accepting a digital download from this location could result in just about anything at this point.

I'll see you Saturday.  Let's hope that I am less in need of an "accepting attitude" by then...

SA