It's had me down for four days now. But how much of my inertia is laziness, and how much is just feeling lousy? For I love having an excuse to do absolutely nothing. I haven't been out of the house since Saturday, and today is Wednesday.
Presuming it's the actual illness, I think I would be doing more stuff if I really felt well. I haven't been to exercise class since Saturday (and I could feel this coming on even then) and I frankly don't miss it, but I certainly would be going if I thought I could do it.
I have done a few dishes, cleaned the bathroom, changed the bed, and done laundry. Wes went to the grocery store. He cooked a frozen pizza last night, and got takeout the night before. Oh, and I've made one sock out of self-striping yarn, an interesting process!
We need to experience sickness to appreciate health. We need to be sad sometimes, to fail, and to experience loss. That way, the good times are all the better.
So, although it's no fun feeling lousy, I am grateful for the time to reflect on health. I have been a very healthy person and I appreciate that. Still, I want to feel better soon.
