I know, you are probably ready to tell me to stop whining already. It's just that... this has been one heck of a Winter with crazy weather and one illness after the other (which... I highly suspect... has not been helped by the crazy weather). We had been under a Winter Storm Watch but thankfully it hit Kentucky instead.
While I do plan to get some laundry washed, dried, folded, and put away... I am quite realistic as to how much I can accomplish with the continued achy feeling throughout every cell of my body. I have recovered enough to let my reading become a little deeper than cooking and decorating magazines.
On a stack next to the sofa, I now have four books (three of which I realized were Christmas presents from my daughter and son-in-law). They gave us The Reformation Study Bible which I am truly enjoying since Christopher is to busy with college classes to read it. I plan to do a little reading of the Scripture as well as notes in it today.
My everyday Bible is a Large Print Thinline NIV (not hugely large print but bigger than one would get in a regular Thinline Bible). It has no notes, which I appreciate when doing Bible studies and reading along in church (kind of reading along, my pastor uses the NKJV). I get so easily distracted by notes that I find myself reading them instead of the Word. However, this time that is what I want to do... Scripture and notes.
I love, love, love their gift to me called The Christian Imagination by Leland Ryken (editor). Today I am reading an essay by Luci Shaw called "Beauty and the Creative Impulse". I'm hoping to skim the small book they bought for Cristopher called Thoughts for Young Men by Ryle. I am neither young nor a man but I'll take wisdom where I can find it.
Last... but certainly not least... I hope to really get into Churchill's The Gathering Storm today. It may take me a year to get through the entire series but it will be worth it. Now that I no longer have long books to read for homeschooling (at least until Summer), I have the "book space" to dip into Churchill... at last.
Now I must put a load of whites into the machine (my son says he is out of socks), brew a pot of Earl Grey Green, throw on my flannel housecoat (I think I still have the chills but it is only about six degrees outside), and continue rehabilitation. I need my mom. Although I know once I saw Heaven, I wouldn't want to return!
Have a blessed day and I send out a prayer to the other bloggers who are suffering with colds, flu, and all things more serious.