...in sickness

It's a long weekend. some presidents' day or some such.

I knew what it was... but can't recollect right now.

and I have viral. of course.

I never fall ill on weekdays. my illnesses are workaholics as well.

but this time, i confess, i had to take a friday off. I couldn't get out of bed on Friday. I tried, of course; didn't work.

Now, I can. Get out of bed, that is. But I can't really talk. If I don't attempt to talk *yeah, THAT will work*, I'm perfectly fine. But if I do, then I begin to sound like a TB patient. *or rather, like what TB patients sound in Bollywood movies* So, now that I can't talk... I realized the benefits of this space. Where I can talk... as much as I wish. And I don't have to bother my throat to do it.

So, here I am... stuck at home... wondering... how is it, that a dangling string can keep a cat busy for hours... but a human can bore her in minutes... ? What does that say about the humans?!