This day will end soon.
I am knackered. I have a blocked nose and it meant I got no sleep last night, and ended up getting out of bed after about an hour, and spending the rest of the night writing. I can't speak to the quality of what I wrote as I haven't looked back at it - nor did I post it on Hive.
You were saved.
I am a stare-bear.
Off into the distance....
I think it is that I am pretty rundown from a lot of disruption to normal rhythms and now it is coming back to haunt me. I am not that sick, so it could be considered more of a "man flu" (I hate that term) by some, but I can feel it. Having a fever is far better than having a stuffy face, where it feels like my head weighs thirty five kilos.
While I am not going to go into it all here and now (and maybe not at all), the day was pretty bloody suckful all round, so I will be glad to go into Tuesday and hope that it is better. I do get tired of hoping for better though, as I was telling my wife today. At some point, I think it is better just to assume that better isn't going to come along in a timely fashion and instead, the pain will continue for a while more.
Cures don't happen overnight.
They say that bad things come in threes, and I think that is pretty much my experience in life, though "bad" might be determined through a lens looking for it. Regardless, life seems to come in waves and waves roll, they don't just stop in their tracks, unless they hit a cliff face - and then there are other problems to consider. I figure I am just going to have to buckle in for the ride and see what happens on the other side of the tunnel.
It was funny, because Puusti seems to know that things are out of place with me, so he spent some of his day being especially annoying around me, rather than my wife. There were a couple of moments where he was incredibly cute - and then there was the rest. Though really, he is always cute, even if annoying.
Sometimes it is nice to be sick though.
Well, not "nice nice", but I tend to let myself off a bit more when ill, though I still don't tend to stop completely. A bit more sitting around, a little slower in my movements, and less expectation on what I plan to accomplish during the day or night. Even when I write ill, I go a bit easier, like now. But I still like to write as it gives me a chance to test myself under different conditions. Many of us have the tendency only to do things when conditions are good, but I believe that we can make the most gains when conditions are poor. It might not feel great while doing it though.
But for now, I am going to chill and watch the end of the figure skating finals (yes, figure skating) to see who gets the gold. I don't care who wins, but I do like seeing them all skate. Not just for the falls, but the grace. I must be getting old. Or perhaps the sickness really is worse than I think.
Til tomorrow...
After a good night's rest.
Taraz
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