There’s no use denying it—I am what I am. For the last few days, I have hardly stirred from my big green chair. I have slept, eaten, napped, read junk novels, snoozed, scrolled aimlessly through Facebook, slumbered, and slept.
I’ve been sick.
There are no spectacular symptoms I can point you to. No raging fever, no projectile vomiting, no delirium—at least, none that I’ve noticed. I’m not bleeding, either internally or externally. Neither pox nor pustules are in ready evidence. I’m just totally wiped out.
Frankly, I almost wish I had some better symptoms. (more…)