The day has gone by in a flash. Time flies when you're unconscious. I keep thinking all of this will subside to be revealed as simply a bad dream.
I keep thinking that productivity will eclipse illness and cancel out the morbidity in favor of forward motion. I have a need to leave the confines of the crib for the presence of others and productivity.
Convincing others will be the trick.
I want to go to work. However, I don't want anyone catching this mess. I'll make an attempt tomorrow and see how it goes.