I am still sick.
My immune system has always been pretty buff. The 24-hour variety of flu usually lasts less than that, but as I get older, I discover that my immune system is getting older with me. The standard length of time I should be sick is one week. I’m hoping for 4 days, but suspect I’ll have this little bug until the end of the week.
I had a busy schedule planned. I made almost none of my scheduled stops. I missed Annie’s reception, Jess’s Requiem LARP, Cowboy Ron’s March of History. I got no writing done. Just me, in the bed, wrapped up like a viral burrito, trying to stay as warm as possible, watching all my worn-out DVDs.
I’ll be headed back to the bedroom in a moment, but I needed to check WD orders (which have picked up for some reason) and do a few things around the complex. Still sick, coughing up the gunk in my lungs, but someone has to empty the trash and sweep out the elevator.
And when I return to bed, I’ll have a limited choice of movies to watch. I’ve seen them all before, a hundred times each. Maybe I’ll splurge and head down to Best Buy to pick up something I can watch over and over and over again for the first time…