Tuesday, March 30, 2004

Well, I'm upright now. And I've stopped harfing. I'm still really tired and weak, and I swear A. has gained 10 lbs in the last 2 days. I don't know whether to work or not tomorrow. I hate that in-between stage where you're not quite as sick as you were, but don't know what's well enough to go back to work - am I being a wuss if I call my clients and cancel? (I would be a poor wuss, that's for sure - 6 clients in a row tomorrow :::poof:::goes the money). Or am I being stupid if I go and, heaven forbid, fall asleep on some poor client?

I love the line by Annie Lamott that goes something like, "My mind is like a bad neighborhood that I should not wander alone." I've convinced myself that this is just the start of some horrible chronic disease, you know, the ones that start "I thought I had the flu," and end with a simpler life and a positive attitude. And although I often spend days alone with A., for some reason doing it these two days, sick, means I have no life and am a pathetic recluse. Watching Wayne Brady while prone on the couch will do that to you. A and I went for a short walk today (next door) and stood outside the neighbor's garage until they came out and talked to us.

But American Idol is on tonight - that will make everything all better.

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