A blissful Monday

I was a little apprehensive leaving the house this morning. I had not been outside for almost a week. There was no cabin fever, because I wasn’t conscious a good portion of the time I was indoors.

My first breath of cold air was refreshing. It actually made me giddy!

And that pretty much defines my day. I was pleased, if not actually happy. I am cautious about using that word freely. But I was happy. All day.

Even as one person who spoke of my ailment as an inconvenience to them took the time to complain to me about a few sneezes that afflicted them – while I spent a better part of three weeks trying to outrun the influence of a demonic possession passing itself off as asthmatic bronchitis – I remained cheerful in my own skin. I simply refused to give in to anger or to continue the sensibility that began to choke me to the point of depression. Narcissistic brutishness is of no concern to me today. It’s not like I can affect it in any way! Can’t rain on my parade, pal!

It might rain in the next couple of days, but even that doesn’t bother me. It’s just water, man…

It feels right and everything else falls into place, as I enjoyed reading my book this morning and even this evening. Ideas are beginning to spring; I may even start writing in the next few days. It’s not an exuberant joy -- it is calmer (though not calculated).

Dude, it’s good to be alive!