Sick

I am sick. The kind of sick that has me blowing my nose every few minutes with a headache that won't quit.

Enforced vacation. So I'm sleeping, drinking tea, listening to books on tape while I lie in bed too uncomfortable to get all the way to sleep.

I'm getting to listen to a great book on tape, called, "The Tools" by Phil Stutz and someone else. One of the tools involves working with your "shadow" in the Jungian sense, so perhaps that's where my play on words for the title comes from.

And since I am well and truly tired, and accompanied by an Athena-esk head-pain, I shall leave it at that for the night.

I hope you're feeling better physically than I am.
Moral remains high ;-)

-I Out