Just like that.

She woke up better.

Healed!

In her classic way, she came bounding up the stairs from her bedroom yelling, "I feel so much frickin' better today!"  And then she didn't stop talking for three straight hours.

I used the morning to de-flu-ify my bedroom.  She claimed it during her siege of illness.  All blankets, sheets, and pillows needed washing.  Windows needed opening.  Surfaces needed decluttering.  It's like coming out from under a rock.  So much freshness.

And also this,

We added a little piece of heaven to our home.  Fully screened and nearly perfect.