Thursday morning I was finally starting to feel a bit better. My voice was much better and the aches in my joints were finally starting to lesson. It was still difficult to do my usual routine so I opted to take another day of rest. As I sat here on the couch I started thinking…

I woke up Friday morning with that Cinderella, after the ball, feeling.  You know the part where she had to be home before midnight, before her beautiful gown turned to rags and her carriage turned into a pumpkin.  The smile was still spread wide across my face, all the while my heart was still dancing…