Sick

I spent today in be, mainly, reading and sleeping, trying to rid myself of whatever I managed to pick up.

When I’m sick is when I get the most homesick. It’s hard to put into words, but somehw the physical sensations of being ill are comforting in a way, making me want to curl up in bed snuggled under the covers.

I started the cipro last night, and it seems to be doing some good. My nose is no longer plugged, and I’m excreting a lot less multi-colored ooze from my head.

I read an entire junk novel from cover to cover today, and had a dish of ice cream for dessert. Luxury.

I’m still feeling sick, though. Prehaps I’ll stay another day, seeing as I don’t know where I’ll be sleeping the first night or two after hitting the road. I want to explore the area a bit, as well.

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