It's amazing how long the day feels when you don't stay productive. I think yesterday was the high point of my bout with this latest cold. Between the sickness and meds, I was too out of it to focus on the matters at hand so I decided to take it easy as soon as I completed my daily obligations. 

This worked out pretty well because I woke early and felt so bad that I rushed to get things done so I could quickly get back to bed to rest up. Since there was a sense of urgency I was able to get everything finished up a little before noon and was deep into my second slumber before the clock struck 1:00 in the PM. 

I didn't keep tabs of the time for the rest of the day but it felt like a week had passed before I reached my final sleep of the night. Normally, even if I end up slacking the day away, I'm so stuck in my head about what I want to do that, productive or not, the day flies by as if I never have enough time. I guess since I planned to clock out, due to my sickness, instead of being preoccupied with thought, I felt every single second of the day when all I wanted was for it to be over with.

Then again, it wasn't all that bad because with the day dragging on as long as it did I felt like I got my first legitimate break for the first time in quite a while. I know I claim to take it easy from time to time but even when that is the case, it usually means I'm just not going to beat myself up for not getting as much done as I'd like or that I have an event to attend with my family. I don't consider either of these to be genuine breaks since what I should be doing is still on the front of my mind.

I'm feeling a lot better today but I'm still run down enough to take advantage of using sickness as an excuse to go easy on myself in hopes that I will be extra well rested to start a new week tomorrow. So with that, I will say my goodbyes as well as my heads up that I check in tomorrow with another update.

Talk to you then.

Sincerely,

The Wicker Breaker