January 19, 2005
On the Mend, or At Least Around the Bend
I've been sick - nothing alarming, but I'm never happy to be ailing. Maybe some exotic strain I picked up in New Orleans - fever, sore throat, stuffy nose, coughing fits, sleeplessness, loss of appetite, broodiness. Well, I suppose that last one reflects my state generally. But perhaps I should see this in a Bridget Jones sort of light. Nothing like illness to make the pounds melt away. As for the remaining flab, I'm back in the gym. Along with everyone else, apparently.