It's been an excruciating slow week, after battling the flu.
I'm not quite back 100%, but I'm getting there. The only positive thing to come of out of it, though, is I've dropped some weight from a lack of appetite. Nothing tasted right... at all. Most things still don't.
Unfortunately, some of the projects I've been working on have taken a back seat while I recover from this mess. I usually keep track of my e-mails and phone messages, and it truly took a knock out from this illness to do nothing more in the last week than sleep and rest.
A combination of sleep, meds, and dehydration make a unique concoction of vivid dreams and hallucinations. I only wish I could remember them all. Is there a link that a wild imagination can be curative power?
