I am finally feeling somewhat over this flu. Five Whole Days of being sick. On the fifth day, the fever was gone, but I felt like I'd been run over by a bus several times, and wasn't able to do much of anything. The previous four days are a fog of Nyquil, tea, canned fruit and diet ginger ale.
Today I hope to just clean the damn house. Deep beneath the foggy awareness of my sick waking hours, there was this other awareness of some examination I was idly undertaking, a sort of spiritual taking stock of where I am in my life right now. Being stuck on the couch for all that time will encourage such things, I suppose. On one level, I hate that I lost a week of my life, but on another level, I don't feel it was wasted. I thought through a lot of things.
Right now, it's time to Clean House. Get an early start on Spring.