Hunkering down.

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A heavy, swelled- but also compressed-feeling head and upper respiratory system have kept me in bed all day.  I'm very good at telling my advisees when they need to slow down--when their bodies will intervene to tell them that they're attempting too much--but I'm not so good at living it out myself.  ONe thing I am good at, though, is stopping myself short the moment I sense illness coming on, and somehow I suspect that stopping and dropping have, over the years, helped to keep me from getting even more sick, when sickness arrives.  I'm hoping that another nearly ten-hours' night sleep will kick this one; waking up after nearly ten hours and still feeling knocked down was one of my signs this morning that all was not right.

Comments

[Notorious Ph.D.]

Sending you virtual lemon-ginger tea with honey.

[Digger]

Feel better, and dream of spring!

[The Father]

You must stop, drop and roll you know. The rolling will keep a smile on your face.