First, you need to know that I'm still recovering, which explains the (dare I say mrtl-esque?) tangential nature of this post.

This weekend I was sick. (Geez, I reach my mid-twenties and within 48 hours my body is already mocking me.) I pretty much slept the ENTIRE day on Sunday, except for an hour at lunchtime. I asked Rob to make me tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich (what my mom always made me when I was sick). He'd never made a grilled cheese sandwich before (strange, I know) and while he's typically a good cook, this was the worst grilled cheese sandwich ever made in the history of grilled cheese sandwiches. It was shriveled and soggy and made me laugh.

I was feeling much better by bedtime, but all of that sleeping meant that I was WIDE AWAKE. And what is a girl to do when her husband is asleep in bed and she is WIDE AWAKE? Why, Sex and the City, of course. Rob had rented a few of the Season 6 DVDs for me earlier in the day (best husband ever) so I popped them in and watched 4 episodes. (Who knew the "He's just not that into you" phrase came from this show? I DID NOT KNOW THAT! Hello, pop culture connections being made!)

At this point I felt I really should go to bed, considering I was still somewhat sick but had every intention of going to work in the morning. So I went to bed, just to lie there WIDE AWAKE. Normally this would drive me nuts, but since I was already well-rested I just entertained myself by thinking. I like to think. Actually, I tend to overthink things. But last night I just closed my eyes and let the thoughts flow through my mind at their own pace.

I thought about people I care about (if you got a funny feeling last night around midnight EST that someone was thinking about you, that was me). I thought about situations that perplex me. I thought about shoes. I thought about how nice it is to have the cool night air waft over me and for a moment I didn't mind the A/C being broken. I always have potential novels rolling around in my head, and I spent a lot of time thinking about my most promising one and then suddenly I had figured out the way it should end (a decision that has eluded me for months). I thought about how I should blog all of this and how I'd never capture in words the power and tranquility of the moment. I thought about Rob and that grilled cheese sandwich and the cats snuggled at the foot of the bed and as I finally drifted off to sleep, I thought about how I just might be the luckiest girl alive.

Today I'm thankful for the flu. It gave me time to think.