Laid to waste

by illness.  It always amazes me how quick the transition is from feeling good to feeling awful, from feeling full of excitement and life to feeling like doing nothing but lying on the couch and sipping broth.  There's something about it, too, that takes me back to childhood, as I recapitulate all of the familiar motions: lying down, bucket next to me, toast, broth, gatorade, etc.  Trying to will myself better.

Yesterday: Not so much
Today: Down for the count
Tomorrow: Back in the game?