For some strange reason, and I have my theories, I tend to not get sick. I mean, I do get sick, just so infrequently that I regard each event as an anomaly, more of a curiosity than anything else. And for even stranger reasons, I think I actually enjoy being sick. It has this remarkable ability to ground you in the present, and in that sense it can be liberating. Work? Who cares. Social obligations? Can’t.

My worries have, maybe just for today, been distilled into two or three very manageable things, like what to eat, instead of the usual billion amorphous and insurmountable worries that flutter around in my head. There is something beautiful about having nothing to do all day except wait it out. I made this loop right before I got sick and I’ve had it on repeat for most of the afternoon.

Meta: Sick, Tired