This voice has been silent, not because I haven’t had anything to say, because I certainly have, but because I’ve been on a much needed break.  After participating in the whirlwind blog hop frenzy I decided to take a breather.  During my mini vacation, if you could call it that, I’ve been on a roller coaster of health related issues.

My first so-called adventure arrived on December 17, 2012 under the disguise of a gastrointestinal upheaval.  That explosive episode put me under the weather until December 20, 2012.  On December 22, 2012 we left for a four night, four day Christmas getaway with two of our daughters and their families.  We had a wonderful time at a cabin in northern Wisconsin.  Before leaving on December 26, 2012 our grandson, whom our oldest daughter refers to as “groceries,” confided in my husband, “I’d vote for going there again.”  Those words warmed our hearts and brought a wonderful finish to our holiday.

By December 28, 2012 I felt a tap on my shoulder.  When I turned around to acknowledge the gesture I was greeted by the cold virus.  To-date I’ve focused on outrunning its symptoms in hopes of preventing an indwelling.  Until yesterday I foolishly thought I had outsmarted the germs.  While I wasn’t paying attention they slipped in and took up residence.  Now I’m being hounded by the echo of footsteps.  The footsteps are those of my husband.  He’s following me around the house with a warm cup of his special tea.  Although its taste leaves much to be desired, a little honey helps soften the bitterness, he swears by its effectiveness.  That steaming cup of brew now rests in front of me.  I will follow his orders and, under protest, consume its entire contents.  Who knows, perhaps it will bring about a healing that will put to rest the barrage of germs attacking my body.  I’d really like to step into 2013 healthy and raring to go.  Healthy or not I’m at the starting line ready to go.