Even after 9 hours of sleep, I still felt like chewed dogshit. I called in sick, something I don’t often do, I spent a few of my working years not calling in sick even once but sometimes you have to do what you have to do. I drank hot water, took some medicine and drifted back to sleep.
I got up
mid-morning, drank a lot of hot green tea, and did 75 minutes of yoga. My
energy levels are too low to do anything taxing physically, but I thought yoga
would make me feel better and it did. Then I watched the UFC prelims and ate
leftover R n’ S. I read a bit, wrote a bit, lied down on the bed with the dog,
and listened to some good new death metal releases by Chasmdweller, Apraxic and
Replicant. In the late afternoon I walked to the park with a camping chair
slung on my back and my Kindle in my pocket, to get a bit of fresh air and
sunshine and to let the dog run around a bit.
I went to
bed early, before the girlfriend came back from her extended work day. Not the
most eventful day ever but hey.
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