At home in bed, with a low-grade fever and neck glands that feel like bicycle tires. Can't swallow, can't sleep, too tired to use subjects in my sentences, apparently. And my mom and sister are on a plane to New York at this very moment, for shopping and fun I can't join in, and there is so much work to do. . . .
I will take this as an opportunity to be Zen. Lie in bed. Breathe in, breathe out. Rest.
Bah.
I will take this as an opportunity to be Zen. Lie in bed. Breathe in, breathe out. Rest.
Bah.