I returned from Florida on Tuesday with what I thought was a throat infection, which was confirmed by my doctor, but as the illness dragged on day after day I began to suspect that what I really had/have was The Flu. All I did for three days was sleep and feel like shit, and walk from room to room wondering what I might be able to do to pass the time. TV was too erratic, books took too much concentration, and even my Netflix was impossible -- two hours sitting in one place not asleep was not happening.
I am just today coming out of it, though still a lot of the residue is hanging on. The universe has also handed New York more than a foot of snow, which is still falling as I write this.
I suppose this week's lesson is about patience.