The last couple of weeks have been… interesting. I’m still having trouble sitting because of my spinal problems, so I’ve applied to my insurance company for partial disability until I’m back on my feet (or, more accurately, back on my butt).
Let’s just say it’s *ahem* ironic (this is the most tactful word I can summon) that, in order to be compensated for a disability that prevents me from sitting and working at the computer, they require me to submit personal and corporate documentation that takes over forty hours of computer time to produce.
I’m reminded of the joke about corporate policy for sick days: “You may only be absent from work on medical grounds if you submit a valid death certificate signed by your doctor and witnessed by you.”
I’ll say no more, lest I tumble into a bottomless well of snark and cynicism. Instead, I’m choosing to focus on some more warm fuzzies this week. Here are some bright moments that can make us all smile whenever we remember them (or, better still, when they happen again):
- The crisp ‘ping’ of your one perfect golf swing in an otherwise abysmal game. (Okay, that’s probably just me — most people get more than one good swing in a game.)
- The first cold, crisp mouthful of beer (or your beverage of choice) on the Friday night after a tough week.
- That last-minute substitution in a recipe where you didn’t have all the ingredients, and the dish turns out even better than the original.
- After practicing for days, the first time that fast intricate passage flows from your fingers and out of your musical instrument without a mistake.
- The once-in-a-lifetime euphoria of successfully choosing the shortest grocery store lineup.
- The glorious synergy when you’re charging down the basketball court and your teammate throws the ball exactly where you need it to make the layup.
- The pure satisfaction of standing in your lush veggie garden and knowing you’re surrounded by a year’s worth of delicious and nutritious food.
- The lucky brushstroke that creates exactly the look you wanted in your painting, even though you didn’t plan it.
- And the heart-lifting joy of spring flowers peeking out after a long winter:
What are your warm fuzzies for this week?
Book 17 update: Despite my insurance company’s appropriation of my writing time, I still managed to make it to Chapter 28. The Department is in disarray, and Aydan’s murder suspect got released before she could finish questioning him. Now she’s lost her only lead, and an(other) assassin is on the loose.