It feels incredibly good to know that I am not going to be working this weekend. I think my 13-hour days are over, at least for a while. I'm feeling pretty much not ill, except when I exercise. Phil is totally a nasty phlegm-producing monster right now, which is sad. The overtime I worked the last few weeks should help our financial situation a lot--might even pay off the car. And I don't NaNoWriMo, but I can at least get back to my regular writing, which I have been missing greatly. Also, it appears that the physical therapy did its stuff (*crosses fingers*); kicks and such don't hurt the leg muscle.
This morning was bliss. I slept in as late as I could (my body has apparently redefined this to mean 9 AM, which is grrr) and lounged around in bed with the cats while in that drowsy just-waking-up stage. I did my physical therapy, push-ups and sit-ups, and dynamic stretching while watching Simply Ming on public television (yes, I have a horrible weakness for cooking shows), and then I shifted upstairs into the attic to work on my kicks and basics. My lungs complained vigorously, and there were were many "stop and clear out mucus in airway" moments, but I think I'll be back up to regular classes by Tuesday, which is yay! Follow that up with a nice hot shower and hair-washing. Then a BLT on a toasted French baguette. And for the rest of the day I get to noodle around, catching up with teh internets, following up on things that need following up on, processing my various inboxes and to-dos, updating my master task list, maybe even writing letters to distant friends, cleaning up the house a bit, doing laundry and dishes and battling the ferocious army of dust bunnies that has been making rumblings of war, processing rejections and submissions and new writing markets and perhaps getting a thousand or so new words written on that short story I pretty much abandoned way back when I had a life. Oh, and cleaning up the photos from the last couple of weddings so I can post those pictures online the next time I've got wi-fi access.
If my life was anime, I'd be floating two inches above the ground as I moved, my (ankle-length, natch) hair waving gently in the non-existent breeze, and rainbow bubbles would swirl and hum happily to themselves in my wake.
