Being sick really stinks. The worst part is missing my spin class and running regimen these last few days. I can feel my body weakening. I'm grumpy now.
I've been drinking 70 ounces of water every day, not including millions of cups of tea, but I'm still feeling the crud hang on. Monday I even tried sweating it out of my system with a workout, but it left me defeated. So I've been trying to just read a lot. And I finally cracked open my journal again.
These last few months I haven't allowed myself to slow down enough to sit and play with my paper. When I do sit still I tend to read or work on my lesson plans for class. But this unusual amount of down time has led me to get out the scraps and work on a few pages.
Another thing I was able to finally do was organize my little scraps into various cigar boxes. And I threw out a ton of old paper scraps that I was sick of looking at and not using. Makes it so much more enjoyable to journal now. Organized paper is where it's at.
I have a few different journals in the works simultaneously. Don't know how I feel about that. I think two or three is ok, but I want to finish up a few stragglers.
Back to work tomorrow, armed with a box of tissue and hand sanitizer.
