Last week I took 3 days off from work, which gave me more time off then I've had in a year. It was a big deal and I was excited. I was going to spend a day with my Mom, spend a day in Astoria, go to a show to see two musicians I'm really into (#samcoomes and #dougmartsch woot woot), and do countless projects around the house. Instead I came down with the flu and basically spent the time like this--on the couch with Darla. But, oddly, it was a productive flu. Got a lot of good thinking in, and now I have a clarity of mind I haven't had in awhile. This is good and I hope it lasts. Right now I just know that, moving forward, I'm going to try to be better to myself.