Overall, I'm pleased with how things went today. I got about half the work completed that I'd planned to do, and I collapsed in a heap on the couch in the middle of the afternoon, and at times I had trouble breathing, and grimy stuff was dripping down the back of my throat all day long, but I'm satisfied. It could have been worse.

In fact, I did get some work done. And the short nap I took refreshed me. At times I breathed almost normally. Best of all, the sore throat that's plagued me for three days seems to have eased up. I don't want to put too much stock in my recovery, because every time I think I've turned the corner I get knocked back a couple of blocks.

The truth is, there were many times today when I found myself holding my head and moaning out loud. Every time I caught myself doing that, I'd give myself a little pep talk and plow forward with whatever I was supposed to be doing. I don't like being sick, and I don't like giving in to it. I'm determined to be a brave little soldier.

Believe it or not, I thought about going outside and pulling weeds this afternoon. It was warm, maybe the warmest day of the year so far. So the idea crossed my mind. I considered it. Then I reconsidered it. I want to get better before I get worse again.