Now that Iím well on the path back to mental righteousness, the next thing I didnít need was to feel the way I did today. Physically, I mean. And Iím not just drained of all energy, the way I am almost every Saturday after a long week of short nights. Iím also suffering (or indulging my suffering, which is not quite the same) from every allergy symptom in the book. Maybe more, since I havenít actually read the book.
Besides the usual sneezing and tickling cough and burning eyes and runny nose, I also had a scratchy throat that got sorer and sorer as the day went on. As a result, I had less and less ambition to get anything accomplished today. I spent a lot of it sitting in the recliner watching TV and dozing on and off. This is maybe the perfect way to spend a healthy Saturday, but it was nice enough outside that I would have preferred to be out in it.
Luckily for me, Tammy and David had enough help moving that they didnít need me. I wouldnít have been of much value anyway. I mean, I wasnít all that much help yesterday, but I gave what I had, and by this morning there wasnít much left. I could hardly fall out of bed today, much less spring into action. The Boss called around 10:00 am to ask a question. I think he could tell by the sound of my voice that I wasnít all there, because he said something about getting back into it Monday.