Blessings in Disguise

After about two weeks of sleepless nights I caught a nasty head cold. On top of the sleepless-tired, I became sick-tired as well. My brain quit working altogether. For example:

• I woke up one morning to discover that one of the "nobodies" in my house had turned the thermostat off the previous night—the house was freezing! So I sat there, looking at the thermostat for a good thirty seconds, trying to figure out what the temperature in the house was. I could see the numbers all right, I just couldn't understand what they were telling me.
• Later, I was trying to alter a recipe to make only 2/3 of the recipe. Normally this is very easy for me. But even after taking several minutes to adjust the amounts I couldn't then remember the measurements I'd come up with.
• I would sit and stare at my untied shoes trying to decide what I had to do next.
• I couldn't read music and play it too.

My brain really was not working. (And, no, I was not on drugs—we're out of cold medicine, and how could I actually think to go get some?)

So where is the blessing in all of this? I actually slept. And slept and slept. I fell asleep quickly at night; I slept in clear until 7:00 every morning. I took two or three naps a day; and all of this for about five days straight!

I'm still recovering from the cold—you know, cough and all that. But wow! I feel so much better!