whistling in the dark

 I got a doctor’s bill today- and laughed. You know you have a chronic illness when instead of individual bills your doctor’s office starts sending you monthly statements.

It’ll be okay. But wow. I’m really looking forward to the day we figure out a longterm treatment plan that works. (Although if Humira doesn’t work, there aren’t really that many other options). 

Little Sage  and I spent a sleepy hour spooning on the couch, watching the sunlight stream in through the window this afternoon. Afterwards, he started thoroughly grooming himself, giving me a few licks for good measure (he doesn’t seem to understand that no matter how much he tries, my paws will never be as soft and fluffy as his). 

I worked for about 5 hours today, talking with a friend about dissertation ideas and then working on an annotated bibliography  for my class with the incomplete. (I’m supposed to have this assignment due by the end of the month. Hopefully that’s doable?). I remembered how much I love my work, and how much I miss being able to do it.

Fighting to hold on to gratitude these days….bitterness never makes anything better. Sweet husband and fluffy cat make it much easier.