Flu

I guess it's more of the flu, less like a head cold. I don't have much energy. But somehow I made myself pull out the couch, vacuum behind it, redd up the family room, balance the checkbook, take out the garbage, and basically, order everything around me.

More or less to keep myself busy? I doubt that I'm organizing everything I can to compensate for what I can't control. To keep myself busy. The trip down and up the stairs sent me reeling to the couch, to tremble there for the next 3 hours.

I want to go the gym, get on the elliptical, and purge my life of everything. Just push push push until I've sweated everything out and washed it away. The frustration, the anxiety, the fear, the sorrow. The sickness.

Not mine, hers.