I keep trying to convince myself that I'm feeling better, but I'm really not. The only difference between today and a week ago is that I don't have diarrhea any more. But I also have a head that feels as if it's filled with cotton, and eyelids that feel like leaded weights. So I'm not really feeling all that much better, overall.
Last night I fell asleep on the couch, which is okay, but after I got up to go to bed I couldn't get back to sleep for a long time, which is not. Okay. It's not okay, it's really something other than okay. Because I woke up very late this morning feeling as if I were still asleep. I've been moving around slowly all day, just like a person who's still asleep.
Since I didn't get much work done yesterday, I planned to put in some time at the old spreadsheets today. I got as far as making a to-do list for tomorrow (and the rest of the year, judging by the length of the list), but I never got around to actually doing anything beyond opening the mail that's been sitting on my desk since Friday.
So I wasted my valuable time watching the Giants lose yet again in Denver. But at least I didn't have to get off the couch and grab a bat. All I could do was yell at them and curse the futility of it all.
After the game, I took my book out on the porch and read for a while. It wasn't long before my head was lolling back and forth, so I took it back inside and laid it on the couch. My head, not the book. It was a short nap, but I woke up feeling a little better.