For the first time in literally a week, I'm starting to feel human. Last Sunday night, I started to get the shivers and the fever, and the week just never got better than that. I struggled to be effective at work, I was a lousy parent in the evenings, and despite trying to go to bed by 10 every night, I wasn't getting sleep because I was coughing all night.
I don't know what it is that makes me feel so concerned about losing time to uncontrollable circumstances. I mean, if I choose to just do nothing, and enjoy it, it's all good.
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