Doing a bunk. Genuinely at odds with my gut and other organs, but mostly I suspect the stress just decided to kernel panic and data dump. Dreaming about drips and floods in the house. Walking along the hallway, my feet and ankles warm and heavy in a layer of warmth that turned into water pouring over the wood. A kitchen tap draining unstoppably. Walking around a city in a downpour, Chicago for some reason, found something valuable, gloves perhaps, near a car. Was going to keep them, but I felt others watching, and I put them into the car. Woke, or not quite, to a flood of my own. Cleaned up and snarled at D and struggled back to bed and an uneasy sleep.
Got up when the alarm chimed. Hugged D and apologized, he encouraged me to call in sick. Apparently I look as bad as I feel. No big chores today. Hanging with the cat, drinking tea, reading about the New Madrid earthquake and the history in that time and place. Cat has claimed my robe, so I'm using D's big blue one.
Above my head, our art project of the weekend, more of our postcards, collected over the years.
6 comments:
It took me a long time to learn to identify a certain kind of settled ill-temper as the first symptom of coming down with a virus. It took me a couple times of calling in sick to work because I was just sick of everything, and then finding myself with fever and chills and thinking "wow, what good luck that I called in sick!" that I started to clue in.
May you get through it quickly and easily! xo
You've had a big change, moving into your own place. Your body needs to recoup and settle. So comforting to have Moby for company
Dale,
I have in the past overused that, although sometimes right, I've had to learn to not overreact to feeling stressed.
gz,
Yup, safe and sound, and safe to crash.
(o)
wrap up well, and cuddle the cat...recipe for get well soon
Lovely to read how well you're settling in.
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