I am sick.
No energy.
No motivation.
Sore sore throat.
Don’t want to swallow anything.
Spent most of the last three days in bed,
trying to sleep, just laying here.
But I’ve got so much to do.
This is no fun.
By the way, my wonderful grandpa has been gone a year now. We all still miss that good man so much. But he’s in a much better place now, and we’ll see him again.
