I thought that I should take the time while I still have it to let you know that I am doing fine.
Despite everyone's best efforts to do me in.
I have to go to work again, it will be Monday after all.
But you know, even though I spent two of my four days off puking out my stomach lining, I had a really nice hour or two today.
I sat in a small park, like a garden.
It was really nice.
I sat in the sun.
I watched squirrels.
I watched birds.
I imagined how terrifying it would be if birds were 5 times larger than they are normally.
Like if the smallest bird was the size of a large dog.
Those were my nice hours.