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Sick Day
Season changing, the body adapting
I pack each day with many activities. I take dozens of pictures. I go for a walk. I work in the garden, and make arts.
But today I did nothing.
The reason is that I woke up with a fever. My spouse was having fever too. The kids were better. As the caretaker, I did little things around the house. I washed tons of utensils and did trench composting with the kitchen garbage. Even a fever can’t stop those.
I was dealing with headache, fatigue, muscle ache, so the whole day went into sleeping. I must say, if we ever have to get sick and rest, having a seasonal fever is the best. It’s not a serious infection, not an injury. Just a nod to the season changing and the body adapting.
Though I didn’t do much today, I don’t even want to call it futile. Long ago, I decided not to label days as good or bad. Every day is important. On rough days, we are navigating with even more courage and resilience.
I wanted to sit on the front porch, but too many cars and room fresheners filled the air with smells, that triggered my headache. Even the white clouds in the sky added to it. I’m very sensitive to both chemical and mechanical and irritants.
I had collected some bay leaves from the neighborhood. In the evening, I boiled them and it…
