They say that a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. He, who coined that phrase is such a wise man. Everything begins with a single action.
It is Boxing Day. How did I get here? It has been a tough week, what with battling the flu and other mayhems. You could say that we hacked our way through everything. Even Sheba got sick….threw up four times yesterday. Yuck! Poor baby!
But, at long last, I think I’m going to make it….thanks to my leftover stash of drugs from my overseas trip last winter. Christmas morning at 3 am found me up, googling ciprofloxacin and doxycycline – which one to take. Now I know we’re not suppose to self medicate but I was distraught from coughing and worried about the funny noises coming from my chest.
I think I’ve turned the corner but life does not looking easy. Everything looks messier and dirtier. Sheba’s hair seem to be everywhere. What to do and where to start? And so that is where I am at. I tell myself: Just do one thing. At least it will be something done.
My one thing was chasing down Sheba and brushing her out, ridding at least some of her hair. And it is a reminder that there cannot be perfection here. There will be less hair. That is the way life is.
