We have been sick all week.
It is grey and wet. The rain is melting the snow and the thick crust of ice has, yet again, been exposed.
It is Monday.
And then there are other variables that would have me peering around corners at people if I could get enough distance between us to actually be in another room.
Thankfully, some friends have come over. We are going to play Wii games and make cookies and revel in being with others.
It is a good day, not because the weather is good or because the kids are getting along or at least quiet, not because I feel rested or because the house is clean, not because cabin fever has miraculously disappeared, but because this day is a gift and I am thankful and glad.