I came down sick yesterday. I should have been writing papers and editing proposals and doing nice scholarly things.
Instead, I lay on my bed, in a half state of consciousness for 10 hours before my roommate came home and we chatted for a few minutes before I slept again. I think the cat even started wondering how I could compete with him for number of hours slept in a day.
Do you know what I found is impossible to do while sick?
But you know what I did do? I watched hours of mindless TV and held a baby and sat lazily on the couch and watched Pitt win over UNC. There's something delightful about occasional mindlessness.
But I really do hope my brain returns with my appetite.