It is amazing how not having a fever can be so liberating.
I woke up after 13 hours of sleep and wanted to do jumping jacks. Still a little crampy, sure, but damnit, the fog had lifted!
I pondered what I could do with my hour before work. Knit? Read? Write a letter? I opted for the age-old dishes-and-mild-cleaning bit, although it was slightly greater than usual because of a 24-hour gap in services from the day prior.
But man. Dynamite. It feels so great to feel so normal.
Plus: 13 hours of sleep? Makes a huge difference. Every time I do this whole "sleeping" thing, I'm reminded of what a good idea it really is. It's on my Things to Investigate When I Have the Time list. Right between numbers 22 and 24, snake-raising and homemade hair cutting techniques, respectively.
; "Catching fish")
It's fascinating, isn't it? I remember the same sensation when days of heavy fever finally ended. It's quite a natural high.