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I exist. Mostly. Under protest, albeit with more enthusiasm than my body can handle when I'm sitting down. And then when I stand up I remember that my body is not up to this and wish to be sitting down again. Or napping. Preferably with many blankets.

But work has been done and I am back to sitting down again, although I suppose in a few minutes I could stand up and do a bit more work, that is to say the work of boxing up the mail. I've discovered that sitting down for an hour or so gives me about fifteen minutes worth of energy standing up, because inevitably I use that energy for swaying around, kicking the air, doing things more energetic than I should be and then obviously I tire myself out and have to sit down again. Which is stupid, but consider also that I'm the person who puts on dance movies when she's sick and then wants to get up and dance around the room.

... which in hindsight means it's a good thing I went for mystery cozies over the weekend rather than martial arts movies. I should stick to that trend.

I'm having the bizarre urge to go to the bookstore and order a bunch of research books without actually having anything to research that I'm not already reading and taking notes on or can't get at the library. This is very bizarre. I did after some pondering decide I do need to get some kind of a journal (after the urge to bullet journal happened followed by the reminder that no, that's what I use Habitica for) to keep track of the myriad projects I'm working on until I get the office fixed up, hopefully in a couple of months when we can paint. And then I can put at least a whiteboard on the wall that will have the projects on, but until then.

For Wednesday Reads! I'm going to try and make dedicated reading time this year (hahahah I said that last year I bet) and right now I'm reading Fudoki by Kij Johnson, which has a very Japanese-like flavor to the text (someone's been reading Genji and Sei Shonagon and so on) and is enjoyable even if the plot itself isn't very cohesive? But it's also not really meant to be, since it's a story about a woman telling a story that she admits to the reader doesn't always make sense. I'm also reading The Plague of the Spanish Lady to continue my trend of reading about deathplagues while suffering one myself. It's not a typical historical book in that it offers not much in the way of analysis or historiography, and is mostly anecdata in sensationalized storytelling. But for my purposes it works very well: a few facts here and there with a whole lot of mood and a lot of the little facts about what life was like at that point in time and space. The fox-trot was popular, I found out what a one-arm Ritz was, there was no national health protocol of any kind (which is exactly what you want in a pandemic I don't think) and of course people still were afraid of bad air. Very much what I want to write this part of Long Road. So it's useful. And it not being dense text means I can finish it in about a week and turn it back in to the library, yay.

I dropped off blood at the doc's today, and tomorrow I get to go in and see what the results are, if my exhaustion and inability to sleep and inability to budge my weight downward is likely to be flu or likely to be thyroid issues. I needed to follow up about now on thyroid stuff anyway, so this can be my physical and my thyroid follow up and my "Doc I've been sick for ten days should I be worried or just rest more and drink more soup" visit. I'm honestly not sure if I hope for thyroid or flu more. What I really want is a magic pill that will make me better in an hour so I can exercise and run around and play capoeira, but that's definitely not going to happen so either way it's the same solution, thyroid medication, soup. Possibly antibiotics or antivirals. Wait the flu out. Get back to exercise work. But I'm so so freaking tired of having to sit and rest and want to move my damn body and I want a magic pill to make that happen. Grr.