In other words, I got a cold! The way we say it in German is as if "I am colded!" Attacked by a cold. Nice choice. That's exactly how it feels.
After all the times I've said, "you must put life before work," it's still hard to accept when life simply steps in front at its own will. Despite my declining stamina, we had a good week here. I mean, what's a little sore throat when all the holiday lights are turned on at 4 p.m. Thursday? Plus, our team was extended via a guest from the USA who added a great deal to our business view. Overall, valuable and time that felt well spent.
And then.
I snoozed on an oversized pillow in front of my first fire in the fireplace this season. All the while, snow flittered about outside my window. Drank two hot chocolates with a good friend on Saturday as we discussed all sides of work, friendship and life (not to mention men). I sadly declined a few fun social invitations because I couldn't do much more than sleep. But I did manage a movie and had enough brain cells still operating to remember both the conversation with my new acquaintance before it and the plot.
Still. I'm moving slower than usual. Cannot yet show you the holiday lights because I make a quick run for home after work to bury myself in a blanket instead of take a picture. Work itself moves along at a little slower pace, although with enough force because of year-end deadlines. My creativity has to wait a few more days for full recovery.
That's life.
What's great is that some really good friends checked in to see if I was alive and still tell me about their days. One of them even reminded me that Thursday is USA Thanksgiving and offered to share it.
AND. A big box of Quaker Oatmeal (Instant - single packs - maple brown sugar) arrived in my office this afternoon. Included some good old American chocolate chips for baking cookies. All shipped over from my hometown when my mother heard I was sick. Really, there are only a few things I've not found a substitute for here in Switzerland. Two of them for sure: Quaker Oats and Mom.
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