Two O'clock

At about two o'clock this morning I woke up bundled in sheets and comforters. It's been unnaturally cold here over the last few days and it was nice to feel the warmth all around me. Which is completely not like me. I'm the kind of guy who sleeps just with the sheet covering me in the darkest winter night. I don't bundle up. Ever.

Unless I'm sick.

And at two in the morning I realized that I was really sick.

I felt nauseous and sweaty and had aching in all my joints. It hurt to turn, it hurt to lie in one place, and then I realized that I had a big day coming. I was doing consultations that have been set up for weeks. I fell back to sleep thinking ... what to do ... what to do ... what to do.

On rising I felt no better and in fact a wee bit worse. Even so I began to prepare for the work day. It took mountains of energy to move. I stood and looked at the shower then back at the bed. The bed won.

I'm taking the day off to get better.

I'm sorry that it will be a bother for a lot of people.

But I've spent much of my life teaching others to take care of themselves. To speak up and be heard. To assert themselves when necessary. So shouldn't I occasionally listen to my own speel? Just this once, those who can - teach?

What's the worse that can happen?

I'll feel better tomorrow.

Forgive me but this is the best I can do for a blog today.

Night now.