The worst part

The worst part about being sick is that my body wants to sleep all the time and that just isn’t practical. The worst part about the weekends is that there is never enough hours to get done all the projects on my growing list of things to accomplish before summer ends, before thanksgiving, before your relatives come for Christmas… you get the point.

Now combining the two, being sick _on_ the weekend, results in fewer items being checked of my list of goals and too few naps for my tired, sick body. And what does that get me? A night of tossing and turning, thinking about what I could have done had I not taken those cat-naps that have surely contributed to my wakeful state at 1:48 am. sigh…


Adam Merrifield


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