28 Hours Later

Travelling to a different place and being surrounded by different people is always a bit of a dice roll, in the sense that it all comes down to a constitution saving throw that decides whether or not you get sick.

Last week I rolled poorly.

It wasn't a critical failure or anything, I'm still conscious and functional, I'm just sort of sick. My throat feels weird, I'm tired and I don't want to do anything.

More irritating than debilitating.

In the interests of learning from my previous mistakes I'm going to try and take it easier than I normally would, and the first part of that is to not push myself to write a full blog post this week, hence this rambling series of words before you.

I'd like to think that the second part would be to take an actual day of sick leave to rest and recuperate, but I know that's not going to happen.

I have too much to do and hate getting behind.

I know that sort of mindset isn't overly sustainable, but if I play my cards right, I really only need to keep operating like that for a few more years before I can pivot into something else.

Something that involves disappearing into the mountains and taking lots of naps.

For now, just shirking on my writing responsibilities will have to be enough.