I woke up Wednesday to one of the worst sicknesses I’ve had in more than ten years.
I spent 96 hours, give-or-take, between the couch and the bed, with weird, brief media breaks.
I wrote my resignation (beautifully, I might add), steeled myself and said, “Now, now, the best are still ahead of us, likesay,” and turned the corner healthwise sometime after Saturday afternoon.
I woke up Sunday, had coffee with my wife, and remembered that there is only so much time in these flesh bags. I time-capsuled my quittin’ papers for the time being, and went back to looking for more Things to Learn.
Each day is a gift. I’ll unwrap them accordingly while powering my heart and mind.