Well, I'm sick. For the first time here in MA. I was scheduled to have a group today, but I will not be with them. I feel terrible! One sure sign of illness for me is the sudden ability to really feel gravity. My arms are heavy; my muscles like butter, unable to drag my body from place to place. My spine, pulled into a solid arch, can no longer win the epic battle with the spin of the earth for the right to hold up my bowling ball skull. My throat is full of pain, my face is full of snot, and my stomach is full of nothing (soon to be full of hot tea). Lordy lordy. Today, I spend the day wrapped in blankets, reading horror novels, and writing in my journal. Tomorrow, I will hopefully have regained enough strength to hold my head up, flail my arms wildly, and guffaw at the scum that thought it could take me over.