You know that blog post I put up yesterday — Monday? You know that shameless, self promotion thing about my book? Actually, I wrote that on Friday to put up on Saturday. I never got around to it. I got sick.
On Saturday, just after midnight, a virus, a lousy ass cold, entered my body like no cold I’ve ever had in my life. Suddenly, almost all at once, I was sick as a dog.
I’m almost never too sick to work, but that wasn’t the case on Saturday. Unable to even hold my head up, I decided I was better off in bed.
This started around 11 o’clock in the morning. Except for getting up to answer the phone around four in the afternoon, I stayed in bed. In fact, I stayed there until 8:30 the following morning.
Finally getting out of bed, I still felt sick, but better. I don’t think I have ever in my life slept that long. I felt like I wasted my whole day.
Is this what happens when you get older? On Wednesday, I get older still, will turn 59. I hope I don’t celebrate it by sleeping the day away. Please make me a birthday wish hoping that I don’t.