After visiting the land of the dead, I decided it was time to come back home. I've had the flu since Tuesday the 20th and just got back to work on Monday. I've been sick before but nothing in any of my experiences prepared me for this stuff. High fever and rib-breaking cough. Fatigue like I'd been running a 26K everyday, for a month. Without training. Various and sundry aches, pains and complaints. About the only good thing to come of this is that I didn't have an appetite. I couldn't eat for 4 of those days and when I could, it was sparingly. You know, I think I lost 15 whole ounces! Take that Stairmaster. All kidding aside, I was feelin' poorly.
I somehow managed to get a wee bit of art done. 10 minutes at a time, since that's as long as I could stand. Finished up all but one of the swaps/trades I had going. I ran outta steam.
Now I'm trying to figure out how to put pics on this blog and so far, while there are photos here, things really aren't working out well. My capacity for focus and concentration must not have returned, yet. Ugh.
As this is apparently a work in progress, please bear with me. I'll get it. Eventually.
Stay healthy and safe.