This was so dumb. Here I was with a long weekend and I was laid up for three days on the sofa with a cough, fatigue, and a low-grade fever. I didn’t have real grand plans, but it would have been nice to have some productive time at home. It was too cold to go anywhere. All I was good for was as a heating pad for cats.
The enforced idleness wasn’t so bad. I rarely get sick, and when I do it is a sign to slow down and rest. One of my favorite ending lines to a Lawrence Durrell novel is “I felt as if the universe had given me a nudge”. This viral thing I had was a nudge, and I paid attention.
How do you take care of yourself when you are sick? Does the universe nudge you or wallop you?