Ill

I've spent the last week in bed blowing my nose for Iceland. I don't recall ever being this ill from the 'flu before. The first night was an intense, delirous and sweaty time-loop.

I feel like the goodness has been sapped from me, but I'm back, at work, and alive.

I was very sad most of the weekend. Even more tired & emotional than could be explained by the illness and the isolation of living on my own. My sister sent me a text message on Sunday night saying she'd been thinking about me all weekend. I called, and it turns out that she had remembered that this was the weekend I'd got married on five years ago.

That would explain the unexplained sadness then.