I’m entering day eight of this sickness, which continues to morph every day into a form completely unrecognizable from the previous day’s. And you know what? I’m actually grateful to have fallen ill for so long. As much as I hate the fever, congestion, headaches, sneezing, sore muscles, irritability, and general hatred of moving my body, it’s been a relief to have the time and space to meditate about the way things are going in my life, especially with J. And he’s leaving to go out of town a week from Wednesday, so before then I’ll have a little chat with him, and we can use the distance to figure out where we want to go when he comes back after Christmas. So: I’m still sick, but life goes on. Namaste.