Today has been low-energy, a little sickly, and stumble-y. I woke up not feeling great, and after about an hour of trying to feel ready to go to work realized I wasn't. Later I decided I was, but my being wobbly and my knocking over my orange juice (At least nothing's broken, I thought as I cleaned it up) should have been signals to me NOT TO GO TO WORK. My boss saw me and quickly told me it was probably best to go home. Which I did, dodging today's dodgy weather. Which has included thunder, rare for Portland. (I'm out of practice dealing with thunderstorms.)

I've said it before, and I'll add with some personal amusement that it's perhaps a sign of how touchy-feely I am, that when I'm sick I seem to feel it more emotionally than physically. I was annoyed at my stomach and my slight headache, but I also felt just a little sad. I definitely was quiet and flat during my maybe 20 minutes in the office today, after which I headed home. Was feeling better and more energetic by then, which was good as I had to run through a storm burst so that I wouldn't get too soaked. Now I'm home, in sweats, with tea having settled nicely in my stomach. Which is better.

Here's to feeling better, physically and emotionally.