Sick Through the Best of It

The sun was out all weekend and I spent it horizontal, feeling like a wet sandbag. Couldn’t sleep properly, missed Becca’s cousin’s confirmation, didn’t leave the flat. Just watched the Wii trailer a few more times and thought about how much better it all would’ve been if I could’ve played it with her—Nintendo keeps promising the Wii will be the console that finally brings non-gamers in, and knowing Becca, I actually believe them. That could be genuinely funny.

Saw the doctor this morning. And somehow, walking to the clinic on a sunny Monday while still half-miserable, felt better than the entire weekend did. There’s something about being outside again after being cooped up sick that resets something. Even if you’re not better yet.