I'm still sick.
I had yesterday off work, and it was probably the sickest sick day I've had for awhile. I had to leave the house when we had a fire drill at 8am, but I could barely handle the trip to New World (100-odd metres away) and back. Then I alternated napping and reading for the rest of the day, until I got so bored I wanted to throw myself out the window and crawled to bed again at 7:45pm.
I'm back in today, and I think I'm on the mend, although walking up Victoria St dang near exhausted me. No working out for me for the time being, which means basically I'm feeling like a failure lawyer and failure endurance athlete too. Oh, and living on spaghetti on toast and frujus means I'm also definitely feeling like a healthy eating failure.
Hopefully I will be myself again soon! Eric wants to ride, and I miss the pool!