I called in sick this morning.
In the sense that sickness can be defined as a general state of not being whole, then my conscience is clear.
Right now, with the benefit of a decent amount of sleep, a shower and a quiet morning working on the church website with Fellow Traveler, it's as if every cell of my body and brain is murmuring, Thank you...thank you...thank you...
This afternoon I am doing some housecleaning and helping FT make blueberry jam.
Some days I feel as if my paying job is killing me by inches. Today I'm grabbing ahold of the rope and yanking some of that accumulated yardage back.