the pace of time

I sit or lie here…flu-ridden…and contemplate the pace of time. Thesis-wise it gallops along such that I can barely keep up even thinking about it, and I am frustrated as my mind is not enthusiastic about working on it while sick despite being conveniently at home adjacent to the laptop and books. But I’m just not inspired let alone with enough energy to bring the thoughts to word-processed reality. This post may not even make sense and involves no references or APA-style guides. Illness-wise, time is certainly taking its time – although I suppose that’s the virus, not time – but still, the days pass extremely slowly as I wait to get better. Every time I think I feel better of course I try to do something and then the germs beat me back down again. I don't even particularly feel like doing anything - if I watch TV I just surf and surf until dozing again....books are good for maybe a chapter...magazines until they are too heavy. Such is the course of the virus I suppose – although I had a cold in December and something nasty just after Christmas (thanks mom and dad), this is the sickest I can remember being since the deathly lung issues of spring 2004. Or aside from a bad December, the only sickness? That was a lucky stretch. But I have so much to do!! Sigh…time to return to the couch.