what a difference a week makes.
two sundays ago, i had recently returned to provo.
it was the last day of summer,
so we of course had to have a feast.
i felt sick; but i had no idea how sick i really was.
(yes, it was delicious).
i lied in bed all day,
taking vicodin every four hours like clockwork.
i was in pain.
this sunday has been better.
i do not feel well,
but i was well enough to bake myself some gluten-free banana bread
and mingle a little at the party my roommates threw.
maybe next sunday will bring me health,
and then i will be happy?