A nice place to live

I have a long wooden sign that sits on a ledge in my house. It reads, "A nice place to live."

I had to buy it when I saw it last year. It was pretty beat up though so they gave me 50% off when I got to the register. Meant to be:)

Doesn't look beat up to me though, just that sanded-edges-rustic thing going on.

I haven't left my house since Saturday morning. Between a busy day on Saturday and falling ill Sunday through...still, I haven't been out.

As I get ready to put the kids to bed, the thought keeps coming to mind, "I've been here since the weekend. I've got to get out and run some sort of errand tonight."

I don't know why that thought keeps coming. I have no desire to leave in my current condition. I do have some of my energy restored, but I don't feel up to getting into normal clothes and going out in the dark cold night to do something that could just as well wait for another time. I'm still sick, after all.

I don't want to leave.

And part of me thinks that's strange after three plus days in the same place. I do love a change of scenery.

So why am I not dying to get out of here?

I think it's because I've got a nice place to live.

I love my home.

I am super thankful that I have such a nice place to live. A place that doesn't feel like a cage after three or four straight days inside.

Home can be a Heaven on Earth even when one is sick:)