I do not recommend being sick. It runs counter to every measure of productivity save staying in bed, and it turns all of one’s immediate memories into mush. Case in point: I spent so much of yesterday evening curled up in bed that trying to lay out a time line of events is difficult. Even while I was at work, I was not well, though it is difficult to pinpoint exactly what was wrong. The rumbliness in my tumbly may have been a direct result of lunch, after all. The aches in my joints may have simply been indications I wasn’t stretching enough. The fact I couldn’t concentrate may have been because I had been at work every day since September 9. While watching the News Hour, though, I couldn’t finish dinner, and the rest is foggy. I laid on the futon; I laid in bed. Cats came and went; the dog came and went. I barfed up dinner. I tossed and turned in bed; I tossed and turned on the futon.

Much of this morning I spent in bed, too, but since about 11:30 things have looked up.

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