Being sick does mean more sleep, which is a good thing. It means wearing sweats all day and reading between naps. In fact, it would be entirely fine except for the part where my body hates me.
Today I promise to eat carefully lest my digestive system rebel violently again. I promise to breathe. I promise to work at a sustainable pace, without panic about what I can’t finish this minute.
Maybe I’ll even manage to stay well.