I try to live my life with no regrets. This hasn’t always been true. I regretted many things in my twenties. I have more than made up for those things in my thirties. I look at opportunities and if I think there might be a possibility I will regret not doing it, then I do it. Funny, but I don’t usually ask if I will regret doing something. Maybe I should because there is something I did last week that I now regret. I gloated about not having been sick for the last year and a half.
Now I’m sick. It started as a sore throat in Maine, then on the flight home it attacked my sinuses. I went to work yesterday, but by mid morning I had regretted that too. This morning, I got up, got dressed, and went out to walk the dog and had every intention of going to work. Halfway through my dog walk, it became clear I wouldn’t make it to work. I went back to bed and woke up at 1230 with a case of the stupid.
My sinuses are plugged, but nothing is running. I don’t look bad. But I feel like crap. I feel dumb. Using the Internet proved too difficult, so I watched tv. Even that was hard.
Now, here it is, just past 2100 and I’m in bed. I’ve used up all my energy trying to type this post on my iPhone. Teeth brushed, lights off, I’m going to bed, hoping that, like Algernon, I’ll be smart in the morning.