The cherry on the cake of a not particularly good day is that I’m writing today’s blog in the Notes app, and not on the website I pay for.

It’s not ideal, and I like computers less now than I did this morning, and they were already on thin ice, that’s for sure.

I’m sick; my head hurts and I’ve got a rash on my ass. This happens to coincide with my job requiring that I be sat at the computer for the whole day while usually I can do some of my thinking work while I walk. This here’s computer work, pure and simple.

And like I said, thin ice.

I figured my Mom would probably ask why there wasn’t a post for the first time in a year and a half, so I texted her.

I didn’t text anybody else.

I’m sure nobody’s turning blue in the face while they wait.

Being sick is awful,

Were the website functioning properly I probably would have just called it in:

I’m sick, I don’t want to write much, being sick does that.

But because of this added layer of difficulty I’m somehow more interested in writing.

I don’t think I have any particularly insightful thoughts, but I am more stirred to think them.

Bad moods and sickness are an opportunity to push yourself into graciousness.

It’s easy to hate your life when you’re head is pounding and your ass hurts or you have no time for yourself and you’re balancing the unfathomable majesty and importance of raising the greatest person on earth with the fact that you’re also a human being and you’ve only been up to this for a little bit more than half a year.

I believe that there is an opportunity to focus, despite the sickness, despite the loneliness, despite the frustration of printers and computers, on what’s good.

It’s an opportunity unique to those moments when we’d really rather not.

A virtue never tested and all that.