Read down a bit about the sickness, blah blah blah, a lovely Buddha quote, some tripe about there always being something to be grateful for, a little sweetness about husband's birthday, the beautiful weather, and then there's the kicker:
Replace that with:
Even though this was probably one of the longest, sickest, most useless, frustrating and exhausting weeks I've ever had to endure, I'm glad to be eeking back toward some semblance of health. So much for knocking on wood, eh? A seven-day bout with fever, a wicked case of bronchitis, and more mediocre TV/movies than one brain really should be able to hold, and here we are, exactly one week later.
Cop out, and I'll take it. Hope you have a lovely weekend.