I cannot deny it anymore, I’m sick. Laying on the couch, I started thinking about the things I turn to to help me feel better. Comfort food, rice, eggs, broth. Entertainment, a good book, movie, music.
As a kid I remember watching Disney movies on the old floral patterned couch, covered by a crocheted afghan. My mom would bring me apple juice and soft boiled eggs over toast.
Today I was buried under two blankets, watching my husband play Batman, sipping on warm broth and wishing I had Disney movies to watch.