GENERAL MALAISE

Heard ya missed me! well, i'm back!

..Well not quite.

So for the past two weeks i've been suffering with the effects of flu. I'm sure any one of you fellow bloggers can attest that that is not a fun situation. Loss of appetite, achy everything, rheumy eyes, consumptive cough, I was sporting a look only a mother could love, and if not a mother, well then a necrophiliac.

Last week was the worst of it - a perfect storm of symptoms converged upon me and pretty much took me out. This week has largely been recovery based. I'm still feeling a bit lethargic, but that beats being afraid to open your eyes because your eyelids hurt. (yes they actually hurt. crazy right?) Of course this all bears out (in technicolor even!) that i am not as young as i used to be. (Hm. Was i ever as young as i used to be? Don't answer that.) A cold typically runs its course in three or four days, i was out of commission for over a week. I pride myself - or used to - on very rarely getting sick, but it seems that thats not the case any longer. Stick a fork in me baby.

The silver lining in all this is that i dropped a sweet 8lbs. Mhmm. Its mostly water weight and probably some muscle :-( but what the hey. I'll worry about the details later. Right now i'm content to get on the scale and see a smaller number. Plus, now that i'm feeling better i can get back to working out in earnest, and i'll have a jumpstart on reaching my (numerical) goal.

But even though i'm on that road to wellsville, i still feel like three day old leftovers. The kind that you've been avoiding but now that there is nothing else to eat, you suck it up and commence to masticating. Wait, that's not just me right? I think my malaise has less to do with the after-effects of being ill, than the fact that its still winter. Enough already! I'm done with cold gray days, the long nights. Its time for daisy dukes and belly shirts! (not really). I'm ready for warmth and greenery and not waking up dreading coming out from underneath the covers.

So what's new with me? Nothing really. This blog has become a personal beethovens fifth in that i struggle with writing in it. I'm still without a mojo, which means my thoughts percolate but the conduit from brain to keyboard to your screen just isn't there. I keep reminding myself that its not that serious, and that blogging is supposed to be fun, but i can't help feeling guilty at the direction this thing has taken. Oh well.

Darien Brockington - Listen