One of the cruelest ironies in my life is that when I am sick I can’t sleep.  The “universal cure” skillfully eludes me and I lie awake at night miserable, exhausted and angry.

I  have also noticed that the more I do, the more I can do.  Busy weekends seem longer, and if I force myself to use a little energy… I find that I have more energy.

I have renewed my determination to go to the gym regularly, and I have been blissfully avoiding TV in the overdoses I’ve been used to.  I’m hoping that will let me squeeze more than the minimum out of my life again.

… watch me get sick again.

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