The unbearable lightness of being ...

… sick. You know - those "low gravity" days of reduced mental acuity and a general moving-through-molasses feeling.  

 

However, if is much easier to be sick when retired. I could just sleep and read (which resembles some of my non-sick days this month – except that there is a lot of coughing.) There isn’t the stress of all the things not getting done at work - or fear of what might be getting decided in your absence. And while there has been a bit of a lag in the to-do list, it’s nothing like going back to work and facing the accumulation.

Also, we had rain (perfect for burrowing in). And it has been great for the weight-loss regime. I mean, what flavor profile (I learned that on Top Chef – along with amuse-bouche) goes with the lingering essence of mentholated throat lozenges.

The unwellness probably wouldn’t have gotten as bad as it did if I hadn’t hiked and then gone horseback riding in the developing days. But a girl’s gotta live. Besides – “I’m not really sick”. Right. Anyway, I’m almost better now and feel like I’m coming out of quarantine.  I’ve developed a serious Ricola habit however.

P.S. and FYI: The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Daniel Day Lewis - back when he was playing sexy guys rather than Lincoln.