The cold came back with a vengeance last night.
Strangely it resulted in strange dreams, the kinds of dreams that were exhausting. I woke up every hour the entire night, wanting a break from the dreams. I wish I could tell you about the dreams, but my dreams are fleeting and I’ve forgotten the content, not the exhaustion.
I ended up sleeping, or not, as the case may be, all night, before realizing that the odds that I could make it to the office were somewhere between zero and nil.
Today consisted of a lot of naps—and some very odd dreams.
I know that I’m getting better because this afternoon I started in post-illness recovery that is so predictable for me: I started doing laundry and cleaning the house. Tomorrow I will do more.
Get well soon!
You missed raspberry-cream cake yesterday 🙁
@Annie: Thanks! I’ll be there tomorrow, even if there isn’t cake :-/ It was probably a very good thing that I missed Monday.