Sleeping Beauty and Cake Baking

Time got away from me a bit this week, friends.

A neighbour, who also happens to be a close family friend from years ago, faced the death of two very important people this week. She was overwhelmed by the death, as well as the commitments to help the families of the departed, and I offered my help. This created a rather busy week, already over-filled with work, and left no time on Wednesday and Thursday for blogging.

Friday it all caught up. I woke at 2pm disoriented and with a pounding head. I’d slept right through from 11:30 the previous, so you’d think I’d be done with sleep, but within ten minutes I was out cold again, this time until five. I felt better—my head had stopped pounding and I wasn’t as dizzy, so I said yes when mum asked if I would join them for dinner at the local pub. But then I got up. Within mere seconds of standing my head started pounding, the room was spinning, and my whole body was screaming ‘LIE DOWN’.

I woke again at midday today, almost feeling myself. I dragged myself out of bed at two because I couldn’t stand the thought of wasting another whole day asleep. Instead, I went to town and bought groceries to make a special cake. I rested for a bit, and then produced two spectacular cakes—they smell amazing. I’m excited to put them together in the morning as a special treat for a lovely Birthday friend (more on that tomorrow).

I tell you this, not for sympathy, but because it feels like a triumph. Who knows how I’ll feel tomorrow, but today I won—I pushed through and made my my cakes. A small win, but one I’m going to take. And, after all, when is cake not a win?


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