Jessica
Today was a difficult day to capture in pictures. It was also just a difficult day. I spent all of last night awake, when I should have been sleeping. After tossing and turning for a few hours in bed, I surrendered and occupied myself while the rest of the house slept. Every so often, I tried to go back to sleep, failed, and took on another activity.
At work, I was in that watery haze that follows a night of no sleep. I was tender and tired, but I powered through my shift and left early. (I was lucky that my schedule and boss allowed this flexibility.) Then, I immediately took a two-hour nap. I also didn’t take any pictures until after I woke up at 5:00 PM.
I could have taken pictures of the peppermint bark and espresso bark I ate with lunch. I could have taken pictures of the furry fluorescent pink bathrobe that I’ve spent the evening wearing. I could have taken pictures of the 60 feet of bare cement that I traversed on my crutches successfully — my longest outdoor excursion since surgery. I could have taken pictures of my husband picking me up from work, the most welcome site of my afternoon. But I didn’t do any of that, because I was just too foggy and tired.
Instead, I offer the two really good things from my day that I could capture in pictures: the sourdough toast drizzled with olive oil that I ate with dinner and Weetzie, my cat, napping on my husband’s chair. And now, I’m off to fall asleep (hopefully) again.
