Sick, again.

A few days ago I felt this terrible fatigue. Wondered what had I done. Was I suffering a caffeine downer. (With taking No Doz, 400 mg a day is awfully high.)

When I got home from work, I fell into bed and slept for 12 hours. The sleep was very dream heavy. I remember waking up and feeling my heart pound hard. I wondered if I should check my blood pressure. The next day, I woke up congested. Today, I feel very congested. Being on final warning, I can't miss a day of work. So, I'm going in today, even though I hardly have a voice. However, I'm waiting for the decongestant to do it's work.

Of course in this state, no writing has been done. I did get it outlined last night. I have a day off tomorrow, and I know I'm going to hit it hard.

It is so friggin cold outside. I read the news about Global Warming. I could see in other ways that it's happening. Winter used to hit in late November. Now the coldest months start in January rather than December. There's no snow. When I was a child, snow would make it bearable, but I have been hiding inside waiting for the freeze to begin to retreat. I could just bundle up against it, I guess.