Phew, it has been one cozy and sick day. All day rain, infinite tea, napping kitty partner, and headaches + nausea!
The annual San Francisco sickness has struck again. Almost 365 days exactly since it last hit me. That time though, it took my voice away. Here’s to hoping it has mutated past that phase.
Anywho, I don’t usually get seriously ill but maybe once a year, so here’s also to hoping that streak continues. I’ll be set for the rest of the year!
If you can’t tell by now, I am indeed stalling for lack of having any meaningful thoughts expounded from my fever dream mind and frail fingers. It is unnatural to feel like such a turd, but still a nice unhealthy reminder that life is full of random tests.
Can’t say I’ve passed it, but I don’t hate myself, so…I got that going for me. Which is nice.