It's kind of neat that day one of December is also Day 301. Will make it easy to remember (for a month, anyway).
So, second things first: I don't know how likely I am to keep this all up for the rest of the year. The writing, the exercise, the blogging, and the caring. I had reasons for doing what I did, and some of that motivation just can't maintain. You knew what I was when you picked me up, said the scorpion.
And the dildo, oddly enough.
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| Roger looks fine. |
So, I can't remember how much in detail I went about my headache yesterday (because I had a headache, you see). But I'll tell you that today was worse. I felt pretty bad, pretty tired, and my head kept threatening to start again.
"Oh no," I thought, of course, "this has to be the Rona!" Of course, I'm not cool enough to refer to the Coronavirus as the Rona, but cool people sometimes say that, and I am here on the bleachers watching the cheer captain, hoping one day you'll wake up to find I've been here the whole time.
I normally go to my cousin's house on Tuesday nights, so we can eat and watch "Mandalorian," but I bowed out, because I didn't want to get anybody sick (whether or not I was filled with virulent plague or not), and I spent a few hours in bed.
When I woke up, I felt quite a bit better, but not well enough I regretted not hanging out at my cousin's house. We chatted, and he told me I could come over on Friday night, and that way we'd have two episodes to talk about. Hey, something to look forward to.
I didn't manage much today, but I am choosing to see the glass as half full. For how bad I felt (both today and yesterday), I still managed writing and a handful of sit-ups. I recorded audio, I edited some too, and I am resigned to die alone. Well, maybe I shouldn't be too proud of that last one.
Sit-ups Today: 80
Words Today: 303
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