Altered States

I hardly ever get sick, but Brad brought me the gift of some kind of virus from the Lower 48 that started to take hold Friday afternoon with a sore throat, and has now developed into a full head cold with lots of goo in the face and that sensation that the brain is wrapped in a layer of fuzzy cotton, making the world seem soft and distant and faintly echoing.  I didn't feel too bad yesterday, and got lazy with the fluid intake and didn't swath myself in eucalyptus oil at bedtime.  I am definitely sick today.  Brad has headed off to yoga without me, which is a first for the summer.  I think I will just roll with this virus today, and be lazy and mostly stay in bed in my ancient Apple sweatshirt and cups of hot tea and orange juice.