Millions of people are in far worse shape than I. People around the globe live in extreme poverty, are exposed to existential dangers posed by war, face climate disasters that could bring utter ruin, or any combination of other horrors much more severe than mine.
Still, I feel pretty shitty. My head is stopped up, as is my chest, I have a loud and painful cough, my throat is sore, my badly aching joints and muscles are causing me all kinds of grief, and I have a headache that vacillates between painful and simply bothersome. I have slept—or attempting to sleep—in the neighborhood of 52 hours since Monday afternoon. Whether it is the flu or a severe cold, it will disappear in its own time. I’ve tested, twice, for COVID-19 and the results are negative.
Until my symptoms disappear—or until they are, at least, tolerable—I will try to extricate myself from my inexplicable need to blog every day. Even this short post is draining. But at least I am not facing war, extreme poverty, and other horrors that face so many people on the planet today. I am trying my very best to be grateful for the situation in which I live…and I’m trying to find my maladies tolerable.
Until I blog again, I hope you have all manner of reasons to be satisfied and grateful for your positions on the planet.