Comfort

Comfort can be a lot of things to a lot of different people. Right now, to me, comfort is knowing that my mom is getting better. Cancer is a long, ugly road, but for now, she's doing well and she's getting stronger. I find a lot of comfort in that.

For the first 7 weeks of this brain cancer ordeal, I found myself eating out a lot. I was constantly exhausted just from thinking about it. It's done the number on my health and energy. This week I decided to change that. I've cooked at home almost every evening since my return from Little Rock. I love cooking, I'm pretty sure I've said that a few times, but for some reason, I had let it go away from me for all of September and most of October. It's back now and with cooking at home I hope comes better health, better nights of sleep, less yawns during the day at work, and better cognitive reasoning (for those who have known me for the past couple of months, you know I've been left staring at you like a deer in the headlights when you ask me something that requires thought).

Tonight I cooked beans... okay, I started them this morning... and cornbread. Yum, comfort food for a comfortable week.

I also made a lot of new items for the upcoming holiday trunk show this week. It's amazing how I've had time to do these things for weeks but thought I didn't have time at all. What a change the surgery in Little Rock has made.