Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

ever so slowly

As the work week comes to an end, I get closer to feeling like myself again. Being sick has made the days seem even longer than usual. All that I can think about most of the time is that I need to get more sleep. I also find that not being able to breathe tends to cut down on my creativity. It is hard to think of something interesting to say when my thought horizon seems to end at my nasal passages.

 
written input at the moment: Cold Mountain - Charles Frazier
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