Been sick have I, since last Friday. Nearly a week it has been. Better, feel I. Gone, the fever is. Antibiotics gotten today. Hopefully I'll go back to work on Monday. But for now, I'm still very very tired.
Yesterday was my little brother's 19th birthday. Older, this makes me feel.
This week has been uneventful, primarily because I have been ill. Didn't go out last weekend. Tried going to work this morning... had to leave after barely an hour. Didn't have the energy to do anything. Can't walk, file things away. Just plain exhausted. I'm not accustomed to the effects of a three-day fever. I don't get fevers often, and when I do, they normally last only a day. My body's worn out right now. I don't like it. I hate suddenly dropping into the nearest chair because my legs refuse to support my weight any longer. I'm not used to being drained enough to not even have energy for fidgeting. Hopefully the antibiotics will speed my recovery. Oy.
Finished reading My Antonia a couple days ago. My first book by Willa Cather. I enjoyed it very much. It was fresh, deep, and full of vivid nature imageries. Very real and potent and clear. I think someday I might want my own copy of it. Reading of Nebraskan summers also stirred a desire to see, and be in, a real Midwest thunderstorm, complete with green stormy clouds, breathtaking warm downpours, crazed flashing lightning, and thunder. Oh, the thunder! It just rolls and roils and breathes! Weather pleases me tremendously.
But now I must sleep. Sick person need sleep!
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