Yesterday I was still sick, but I could honestly say that I was starting to feel a little better. Today, day eight of the current plague, was a bit of a step back. I still feel marginally better than I did on Thursday, but not quite as well as yesterday.
Last night I was up really late. I didn’t go to bed until after midnight, and I was still awake around 1am. I woke up at 7am and just stayed in bed. Around 8:30 or so I fell back to sleep. Jen woke me up a little after 10:00. That was when the day started getting rough. I just could not wake up. I struggled to get my head straight for a couple of hours. It was so hard emerging from the fog. Eventually my beloved and I went out and ran some errands and had lunch. After that I was done. I just need to rest.
So eight days and counting. Isn’t this fun?