A weekend and a day

I'm so glad this is a long weekend.  Honestly, I could use the extra day to just be.  I feel like I'm always saying that.  Let's see I'm married to a helpful husband, I'm not a mommy, I work part-time, and I don't have a dog.  Why am I always looking for extra time?  Okay, so maybe I am a bit lazy at heart but I also know taking care of myself physically and mentally is exhausting.  Last Monday I had a completely unexplained fever of 100 degrees.  Why?  Who knows.  I felt bad and all I cared about was resting and getting rid of this fever.  The fever did go away but I'm left thinking when is the next fever, ache, or cough going to creep up.  Now, I know I am not one of those people that has a chronic illness and can never see the good for all the bad.  Sometimes you want to let yourself go there but I always pick myself up and move forward.  You can't stay still in that place for too long.  Luckily, for me and the people who care about me I don't.  So like I said, staying "well" can be like a 24 hour job.  That's what I always come back to when I find myself thankful for an extra bit of time because for some reason when there's not an urgent rush to do something or be somewhere I'm healthy.  Go figure.  It's a delicate balance; wanting to be 'normal' but needing the time to focus on rest.  It's frustrating, too.  I want to fly out of the bed in the mornings and pull a 'carpe diem'.  On 4 days out of 7 I do.  On those other 3 days, I struggle a little bit.  This post is just a little bit of reflection I'm facing today.  I find myself motivated but lacking the energy to pursue, so I think of tomorrow when I'm hoping to seize the day with a perfect temperture of 98.6.