The ladies at my breakfast place showed their concern when I arrived (having missed yesterday morning), yes they'd had friends with flu and colds and such, it seems to be going around. I hadn't eaten since I'd been there last and attributed that fact as the reason I drank two cans of Coke with breakfast that I would normally have avoided, the body demanding sugar, demanding a short term energy fix from whatever source. I was much more interested in the Coke than I was the breakfast.

“Feed a cold, starve a fever” yes, but the reason for not eating was I not only wasn't hungry, wasn't even hungry this morning going to breakfast, was I couldn't get out of bed and stand on my feet long enough in the kitchen to put something thoroughly unappealing together quickly enough. OK, that's to some degree a cop out, but it's close to the truth and we do like our little rationalizations when we're not on the mark.

But good, we are alive, the weather is wonderful (as it was yesterday) and the week is ahead. Today is more time in bed, I think, it will take more time for the pieces to come back in from the outer reaches, but this is the down hill easy part. No complaints. Well, none to which I care to admit.

Later. The day is going as described, about a fifty-fifty split between getting up, sitting at the computer or in front of the television set and lying down taking not so much a nap as just giving into the need to zone out. A nice need, but nothing that leads to actual unconsciousness. Not surprising as I believe I got more than enough catching up last night. That and forcing myself to drink water is about it. Whoop! Here in Oakland.