|Day 10 after the flu, and I'm feeling mostly better again except for a few side effects. The most primary of these is that I still have a bit of a cough and runny nose left over from the "cold" phase. Secondarily, when I finally went to the gym again last night, I found that I've lost two to three pounds and about three weeks of workout progress. (That is, I can do as much now as I could three weeks ago, the second-to-last time I tried.) Finally, in the background there is the matter of two lost Safaba days and one lost research day.|
None of these outcomes are really unexpected — least of all, I think, the weight loss. There were a few days last week when I didn't eat very much, like on the order of 500 calories. Also because beforehand I weighed a gym-fueled 140, which is apparently the Line That Shall Not Be Crossed as far as my body's concerned. The last time I was brushing 140 a few years ago, I, hm, got sick and fell away from it. So I guess it's more of a disappointment than a surprise that it happened again.
I'm finding that the only real problem in recovery in the matter of sleep schedules. I am currently under orders to not work unexpectedly from home and to arrive at the office in a timely manner. This I've decided means no later than 10 a.m., which in turn means that the absolute latest thing I can do is catch the 9:42 bus from the end of the street. The preferred, earlier bus is 9:12. (It's been rather cold and snowy for biking recently, especially in my weakened state, and the weakened state similarly makes a 40-minute walk unappetizing.) The trouble is that I can never make myself go to bed before about midnight, and therefore I never really want to wake up before 9 a.m.... and if I can't get myself out the door by a few minutes after 9:30, I risk missing that latest bus. I can obviously set an alarm, but then I wake up unhappy and short of sleep when I'm trying to feel less sick, not more.
Shower days are a particular nuisance, which is why I may have been looking a little grimy if you've seen me out and about this week. Yesterday I had to throw away the 10 a.m. rule in order to manage it, and today — glorious research day — I didn't even wake up until after 10. What I really need is a magical 25-hour day to correct my inexorable drifting. But, alas, there's a 9:30 meeting on my schedule for tomorrow, and I'll have to make something work out somehow.
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