There's certainly a reason I was feeling so out of it yesterday. Woke up this morning with what I'm pretty sure is The Plague. I had been uncomfortable all day while painting, a little drained, wanting to sit down, kinda shaky. I think it's because my body was trying to fight whatever this is off. I think my fever must have broke around 3am because I remember turning over and thinking "why am I soaking wet?" Feels like I'm breathing through a straw, which is my good ol' friend bronchial infection- again. I'm not even around people and I still get sick? C'mon man, throw me a bone! I'm having a particularly hard time this morning though, because now not only am I not working, I'm sick. I at least need to be able to run errands and contribute as much as I can during my day. I've been rendered pretty darn useless. I've got to keep my chin up. I've kinda been a little more anxious about the job situation today too, which doesn't help. Maybe after a hot shower and a cup of green tea I will feel a little more alive... And I can paint more? I hope so.
Dayquil, I need Dayquil!