Stephanie Cake

so you can rest medicine. Nyquil. Yeeeeaaaacch. It turns my stomach. It gives me no relief.

I feel like ass. I have felt like ass since I woke up yesterday morning. I spent the entire day on the couch drifting in and out of consciousness. Today I forced myself to pretend I'm not sick because I have neglected a lot of stuff. Today more than yesterday, I would love some comfort.

When I'm sick I crave comfort. I can't stand any amount of discomfort when I'm not feeling well. I've been known to leave work early when I'm only mildly ill because my desk chair was annoying me. Yeah, I'm a huge baby. But before you condemn me, also know that I have worked 7 days a week for a month straight during the retail season with bronchitis and strep. I've done my time. I deserve to be a baby these days.

Since its the holiday season, and I'm inundated with Christmas carols, I can't help but think of The Sound of Music and Julie Andrews' sickeningly sweet inventory of a few of her favorite things.... My favorite things are the things that give me comfort. A sense of peace, no matter how brief:

• Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens....
• Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens... ok, ok... I'm kidding!

For real:

• The smell of lavender or sandalwood
• A bath towel right out of the dryer
• That soft baby fur behind a cat's ear
• A warm quilt and a big fluffy pillow
• Brownies - the gooey fudgey kind - with no nuts
• The early morning silence during a snow fall
• The smell of soap on another person
• Fountain sodas - even if they're just from McD's or Royal Farms
• The air after a thunderstorm
• Pink and orange together
• Sitting in a dark room with only the Christmas tree lights on
• When someone goes to sleep in your arms... particularly if its a cat or a baby
• My grandmother's laugh

If my days were filled with these things, and not with annoying clients, dirty laundry, bills and sinus congestion, I bet I would be one happy person.