You’d think by now I would have the expectation in life that things never go according to plan. This weekend I brought home a ton of work. I’m probably under the illusion that if I can just catch up, life will return to normal. If I finish even half of what I brought home today it will be nothing short of a minor miracle.
Friday night I gave myself the night off. Not having a weekend last weekend took its toll, and I really needed some down time. My friend Tina came over and we went to dinner and to Homers. Homers had a guy playing classical Spanish guitar and it was beautiful.
Dinner, however, didn’t agree with me. I was up most of the night. My symptoms have been so much better that I thought I could risk something spicy. Guess not.
Saturday I slept almost all day. I didn’t want to. I kept trying to get up to get some work done, but my head was splitting. My sinuses seem to be acting up. My head hurts, my throat hurts and my teeth hurt.
My body has a way of making me rest when I really need it, and I think that’s what was happening yesterday. My body out voted my brain and I rested very well. Today I do feel better.
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