Every time I wake up after an illness…and feel the coolness on my skin that only could mean that a fever had come and gone…
Every time I wake up after an illness…and feel the distinct absence of discomfort and maybe the slightest tinge of hunger…
Every time I wake up after an illness…and can breathe and think clearly…
I think to myself: Creationism, evolution, Intelligent Design…does it really matter? In the end…the body is a marvel.
…then I think that had this been 200 or more years ago, I’d most probably be exiled and/or dead.
Then again, I stayed home sick yesterday too, so death may not come until I return to work Monday.
In other news, BvP the wonder-man has ripped off all of the wallpaper in the computer room. My illness has put us a day behind, so we may keep the blue shag carpet until his next weekend off. Tomorrow is painting day. Hopefully I’m well enough to at least help with trim.
