The world continues to turn, whether or not I get out and push, so I guess it’s just up to me to get better. Rest and warm liquids, that’s the secret. In case anyone was wondering.

I’ve passed an ocean of herbal tea through my body in the last few days. It doesn’t stay long, but I think that’s the point. I’m starting to feel as if the bad stuff is being flushed out, and that’s improving my outlook.

Full strength is probably still a couple of days away, at least. But I think today was the last of my days in the chair with the afghan. I have things to do, and when the guilt of not doing them outweighs the further debilitation from diving in and getting things done, I think that means it’s time.

I don’t know that I’ll put in a full day tomorrow, but if I feel as strong as I did today, I’ll at least make a dent in the pile of work I’ve been neglecting. I haven’t opened any mail since Friday, and there are other pressing matters. The Boss sent me an express mail package (that took an extra day for me to pick up because I didn’t want to stand in line yesterday) with a form that I have to fill out for a project that bids next week.

I know he doesn’t take a whole week off when he’s not feeling well, and I know he doesn’t understand when other people do it. So I’ll have to get myself back on track and try to pace myself so that I don’t get derailed again.