joy: week 12

in which i find nothing but faith in nothing

It’s been a week, dear readers. I am hobbling along on my crutches and boot, and I spent most of the week on my couch complaining about the pain I’m in. It’s not that I can’t find too many joys for this week, it’s that I never bothered to look for any. I was barely outside except for two doctor appointments. There’s not much going in my house. I didn’t watch any movies, and the Yankees are killing me. And I have to go back to work tomorrow, hobbling or not.

As you can see, I didn’t find anything too joyous about the week that was. But that’s ok. Nothing is sometimes good. I didn’t break anything or have any medical mishaps. Everyone I love is doing well. I like nothing. I like uninteresting times.

But wait! I was just reminded (by virtue of taking a sip of coffee) that there was one thing this week that was like a gift from the gods. Thanks to a UberEats gift card and Dunkin’ Donuts, I have discovered cold brew coffee. My life will never be the same again. I think I was actually vibrating when I was done with my coffee yesterday, and I got another one today. I can see where this is headed. Yesterday I combined the cold brew (which I take with cream and a splenda) with some edibles and I had the best day I had in months. I got some paperwork I was putting off done. I shredded a bunch of old mail. I - fractured leg and all - did a passable job at cleaning the bathroom. It lifted me up out of a bad mood and helped me find the motivation to complete some tasks.

I realize what I sound like here, but I don’t care. You take the wins when you can. And you find joy in the little things. And then you hope that nothing happens.

Have a great week.