So health update: continuing the trajectory of feeling better, continuing the practice of resting as much as I can till I'm well past being sure I'm over it.
(And increasingly confident that "it" was just my body's usual reaction to a bad cold.)
(And increasingly confident that "it" was just my body's usual reaction to a bad cold.)
Today is not a day I would get much done anyway, as it's the most important floating feast day in the current calendar of my life: the day I sit downstairs and wait for the FedEx truck to pull up with the meds I need to function the rest of the month.
My meds are a scheduled controlled substance, so the courier is not allowed to simply place it on the porch and leave. I have to actually open the door, sign the pad, and give my name. It wouldn't be the end of the world if they come and I miss it. Just another day of this.
So with my choices being sitting in my office trying to write/work with divided attention while adding uncertainty and the chance of stretching out the vigil, or making "sit around downstairs and wait for meds" job number one of the day, I go with the latter.
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