thief of time

Tuesday, September 14, 2004


Well, I’ve finally shaken off the tail end of my son’s flu/cold. It finished a lot sooner than his did, but I have to admit that it was a good one while it lasted.

I spent most of the weekend in bed and then did the same for the week that followed, except that I did go to work, crashing very early every time I came home.

There’s something about not being well that tends to distance you from what’s going on in the world. First of all, I didn’t tend to read the papers, because that took too much energy and concentration. I couldn’t even be bothered to listen to the news on the radio very attentively. I know the election’s coming up soon, but it just doesn’t feel terribly real, or that what I do about it is going to matter a hill of beans in the long run.

I feel that way about everything just at the moment—getting the necessary done and forgetting to go the extra mile for anything else. I sure hope this clears up soon. Getting rid of the physical aspects of an illness should be enough to get rid of the mental fog as well. It feels very self-indulgent.

Probably all I need is a good boot up the backside. I’m flexible enough to do it myself, but honestly I can’t be bothered yet.


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