Probably my lowest moment of this miserable week was yesterday, after I went out in the rain and got soaked walking from my car to the post office and back. After I made it home, the weight of it all hit me. I was cold and sniffly and achy all over, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl under a rock. But it would have had to be a warm rock.

The sun came out in the afternoon yesterday, and I tried to convince myself I was getting better. This morning I woke up to a dense blanket of fog, and also to the phone at 8:00 am. “I hate to call this early,” the Boss began. Then he told me what he wanted, and I gave him the information and went back to bed. When the phone rang again twenty minutes later, I decided to stay up.

It was dismal all day, until the sun poked weakly through late this afternoon, but somewhere along the way something magical happened. I really did start to feel better. I had energy, and my throat didn’t hurt and the cough, that awful cough that has been the worst part of all this, was gone. I waited for it to come back, but it didn’t. The drippy nose was the last of the symptoms, and even that wasn’t as bad as it’s been all week.

So I think I’m past the worst of this. I might wake up tomorrow morning (or tomorrow afternoon) and feel as if I’ve taken a step backward, but I don’t think so. I really can’t, because I missed so much work during the week that I think I should try to make up for it over the weekend. I won’t be able to get fully caught up, but I’ll feel better if I make a dent in the pile of papers on my desk. And feeling better is pretty much the only goal I have right now.