That's what I tell people who ask how I am. It’s always the truth.
But today I’m tired and achy. My throat hurts. My fever made sleeping a funhouse of wakefulness and dreaming. I think it’s the flu.
Enforced inactivity is good for me. Except when I’m crazy busy.
I have to go into the office today; just for a few hours. Something smells in the fridge. The kitchen counter is covered with dirty dishes and a week’s worth of mail. The cat puked in the dining room. I need to buy a birthday gift. The laundry is piled high on the bedroom floor.
But all I want to do is rest: sleep, catch up on my reading, watch some movies. And try not to feel guilty about taking care of me.
It’s the balance that eludes me.
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