Tuesday. I guess I'd say plenty of sleep for the first time last night. Plenty in the sense it was pretty much uninterrupted. Up this morning coughing, of course, but I got my act together and got on the bus for my haircut scheduled at ten. I found I couldn't walk very far without sitting down and coughing myself back into shape, but this wasn't all that impossible given the distances involved (a short walk to the bus stop, a short walk to the hair stylist's, a short walk back to the bus interspersed with a cup of coffee here, sitting at a table; a glass of orange juice there, sitting at a table). Pretty damned exciting morning for the second morning of the year don't you think?
Be careful, we're running to overly-saccharine here.
Yeah, but accurate. A hundred steps and I'm done, although recovery takes only a couple of minutes. Feel pretty good now here in the apartment with my exercise confined to the walk from the computer to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the computer. We'll start walking the lake again, but not until this cough disappears.
Later. Much better, now just a matter of time. Head empty. I think I'll spend the rest of the day aggressively taking naps.