I often wake up with a song stuck in my head. It varies from hymns to pop music to old children's ditties to commercial jingles, who knows? Today, no song, but almost like a chant, "Normal. Normal. Normal."
I began a distressing stomach virus in the wee hours of Saturday morning. My husband got it, too, starting Monday morning. Although I started recovering by Sunday, and even went back to work Monday, I did not wake up feeling normal until this morning. My stomach feels NORMAL. My level of energy is NORMAL. My appetite is NORMAL. My interest in the world around me is NORMAL. How glorious, how marvelous is normal! May our lives be filled with many blessedly normal days.