Oh man, the last few weeks have been pretty rough, health-wise. Was it bronchitis? Was it my first bout of Austin allergies? Who can say, but I haven’t felt better in what feels like years, and I can sing again. This is good news for my overall happiness, and my will to live.
There were some dark days in there, where wallowing in my misery got the best of me and I didn’t have the will to do much of anything. There are people in this world who get sick and carry on like nothing is wrong, and I tip my hat to those people. Much respect, as they are much tougher than this delicate flower of a man.
It’s raining this week in Austin, and I’m loving it. It stormed and poured last night, and the thunder was so loud it rattled my bones. The best. And it’s supposed to be like this all week. My british isles roots are strong, and it’s rare Austin rainy days like this that make me question how I’m living in one of the hottest and driest cities in the US, when I thrive in sweater weather and have no aversions to umbrellas. I’m going to Portland for conference soon, so hopefully I’ll get some more rainy and cool weather before Austin delivers consistent crippling heat for the next seven months.
Maybe it’s the novelty, and having rain all the time would be soul crushing in its own way, but today I’m savoring it. I’ve been camped out in a couple of favorite coffee shop windows, enjoying the weather, working on things, and feeling thrilled to be able to breathe again. It’s the little things.