Good Taste

I've had this damn cold for more than a week now and I wouldn't complain about it except that I've lost my sense of smell and taste. And not I'm not talking just a little bit. It is utterly and COMPLETELY gone, as in I can't smell onions frying or that heavenly Meyers Organic lemon hand soap that gives me a lift every time I breathe it in.

I can however "taste" textures like chewy and slithery, and occasionally I get a hint of saltiness. Chicken tastes like I imagine a sock would and hot and sour soup, Earl Grey tea and chicken noodle all taste the same...hot. It's not the weight loss method I'd choose but it is having the desired effect.

It's been one of those weeks too. But in the midst of it all I find I'm ever mindful of the seemingly charmed life I lead. I am surrounded by such deep sweetness and love. Grateful for good health, even if the definition includes a few creaky bones and and a LOT of gray hairs. Grateful that we some how had the foresight to plan and save for the future, which is happening by the way, TODAY. Grateful that I am here at home on a day where I would ordinarily be up at the Ivory Tower slogging away. Grateful for it all. Every last bit of it. Grateful for the good, bad and the ugly.