I hate being sick.
All week, I've pushed through the fog in my mind and the fatigue in my body to try and stay on point for the day job (one of my co-workers is on vacation so I can't take sick leave). It's been trying, to say the least.
But Friday is here, and I only have a few more hours to go before I can go home and relax.
I have an idea for a new book (non-fiction this time) and my mind is spinning with everything I have to do. I spent last night so engrossed in the project that I forgot for a bit how awful I felt.
I was reminded this morning.
I also haven't exercised once this week, which infuriates me, but I simply don't have the energy.
Here's to a restful weekend full of lots and lots of naps!
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