So I'm still sick. It feels like I've been sick forever.
The last couple of days I decided that maybe I should just go be sick for a while, since my general approach of mostly ignoring it and going about my business wasn't really getting me anywhere. Of course, maybe this is all just a self delusional theory, and I'm actually just sicker than I was.
I can't quite seem to pull off accepting that I'm sick and not beating myself up about not getting more done. Well, except when I bury my head in fiction. That works pretty well.
This morning, I slept in. Craig got out of bed before me, and I actually went back to sleep. Several times. (This doesn't normally happen. Usually, if something wakes me up in the morning, it arrives with a nice jolt of adrenaline, and I'm up for the day.) It was kind of pleasant, being that mellow and able to sleep, except for the being sick part.
Eh. Only one class tomorrow. Though I really want to get moving on the presentation I have on Wednesday.
I wonder if lifting weights would make my shoulders feel better. It doesn't sound like a being sick sort of things to do, though. This sucks.