I lied when I said I was getting better yesterday.
I felt like shite.
But it’s so boring when people moan, moan, complain, complain.
It also felt a little surreal to still be sick after more than two weeks.
I suspect I’d have recovered faster if I’d spent a bit more time resting on the couch or in bed.
But I am very bad at relaxing, even when my life slows down.
Having a break from work has meant no early starts and no fretting over the news cycle. And I haven’t quite known what to do with myself.
It’s been really weird to have nights over the past few weeks with nothing to do. No kids, no DD, no energy to go out.
I’ve tried watching TV, but I find it hard to concentrate. I keep flicking through social media, checking for breaking stories, feeling a bit forlorn that I haven’t written anything that might be going totally off on Facebook.
I felt pretty crap yesterday, but the weather was gorgeous and the kids have spent an awful lot of time watching tellie this school holidays, so we went on an eight-hour adventure to Sydney’s Northern Beaches with their cousin: kayaking at Narrabeen Lake, visiting the baby bunnies staying at DD’s place, lunch and a swim at Collaroy, another swim at Freshwater …
I was destroyed by the time I got home, but the kids had a brilliant time.
I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Which, on day 15 of Flu-mageddon, felt like it might be quite soon.
Fortunately, I really do feel a little bit better this morning. Still snotty and coughing, but not quite so beat.
Here are some happy snaps from yesterday …
Song of the day: Bon Jovi “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”