Oh, man, am I under the weather. It's just a cold or something similar but it's rough. I just want to crawl under something. Preferably, a soft, warm blankie.
I can't sleep because of the tickle in my throat. The tickle, which subsides. The tickle, which returns. Returns at the godawfulest moments. Like when I am 89.5% asleep.
I still want to write things. I interviewed three nurses. I have more to go. I have a lot more to do. But right now, I am barely functioning.
So, I'm here. Just not here.
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