A week after Easter and I find myself snuffling and achoo-ing, the tissue box is my best friend and afternoon naps a daily event. Darn this cold. I haven't hit the "resurrection" phase of the holiday past. I'm definitely still stuck on Good Friday - behold all things don't feel new just yet! Or maybe new is exactly how I feel - snotty, incoherent babbling, bedridden. (Isn't that how life begins? A glorious mess? A series of spectacular faceplants? The little stumble that follows a stumble?) With a cup of blueberry tea standing by and a good rest tonight perhaps tomorrow I'll feel my old self again.