I have oodles of work to finish for school, but I am still sitting here in front of the computer, with my feet tucked up beneath me, enjoying this quiet moment to myself for all I am worth.
My head aches, my throat hurts, and my feet are cold, but inside I am so content. Even the most miserable of colds couldn't snatch that away from me right now. God's peace resides in my heart and the whole world seems an open book just waiting to be read.
It feels so...right...to scribble something for myself for once, instead of writing something to be scrutinized by the biased college professor, who believes that under no circumstances should "life" be capitalized, when I know that sometimes it must. Not that I'm complaining mind you, as I really, truly love my college work, but...if you love to write, you'll know exactly what I mean. It's as if I have stumbled across of a piece of myself again after misplacing it for far too long. Just like those stubborn shoes or stray knitting needles I can never seem to find at the moment I need them most. You don't know how good it feels!
My sore throat seems to know that there is a container of delicious, chocolate-peanut butter ice cream in the freezer. I just might have some as I curl up on the couch.
And I believe I'll find an extra pair of socks for these icy toes.