Today would've been a good day to get a lot of things done, except for the feeling of malaise that had settled over my body over the past twenty-four hours. Not really sure where it came from; certainly everything has been aching and twinging, and there have been bouts of sneezing and dripping, but that is so much a part of my life that it is difficult to tell where allergies end and viral attacks begin.
The day began, as usual, with the five-thirty a.m. cat-alarm, which prompted me to wake up Mary so that she could get up and finish working on her Aaron Copland report for choir (to make up for a concert she missed due to being ill). Thereafter, it was impossible to get back to sleep (although a valiant effort was made!), so the morning was spent helping the kids with various get-ready-for-school activities, and some work-email checking, and some general web surfing to find out the results of the Iowa primary, and that sort of thing.
After the kids had all left for school, it should've been my signal to get off my lazy duff and head for work, but my body was still aching; and there was this nagging urge to just sit back in my comfy chair and take a nap. So I did. And it felt almost like a real nap, the kind you'd take on the airplane riding between Grand Rapids and Minneapolis-St. Paul: just long enough to whet your appetite for more, but not enough to really perk you up. By that time, the decision had been made by the Committee for the Preservation of Rob's Sanity to work from home, so stay at home was the order of the day.
Much of the time was spent doing the normal file-shuffling from my remote location, downloading this document, reviewing that document, updating status, attending telecons - the usual activities which fill up my day but do absolutely nothing for my mind. Which is bored beyond belief. A few medications were taken, of the analgesic / decongestant variety, to avoid any headache and/or breathing issues.
And a few leftovers were removed from the fridge and put to good lunchtime use.
The afternoon passed by quickly, and suddenly the kids were home; then it was time for James to run off to worship team practice, then time to make dinner, then time to take Adam out for some last-minute Christmas shopping (yes, we're celebrating Christmas a little late at our house!), then Family Time, which was more snacking and puzzle-putting-together while a volunteer (James) read from The Magician's Nephew.
My body rallied a bit after a bit of a sugar rush from the last of the ice cream (some kind of blue mint monstrosity), so I went downstairs and put in a few pieces of insulation in the forthcoming bathroom. Then it was time to put the girls to bed, and finish up a few work-related things on the laptop.
Now my mind can only think of sleep, and some perchance-to-dreaming (as the Bard would say). And a deep and abiding hope that tomorrow brings a fresh, new feeling of wellness and vitality to an otherwise wiped-out carcass.
Sweet Dreams!
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