Mid-day at work. I feel a bit off, physically, I go home to take a nap instead of powering through.
You know my first self-diagnosis, of course. Yes. I have The Virus. At least now I have a new reflexive fear to replace the old one (it’s brain cancer).
Yes I know. Out of my control. Worse yet, not even real. The fear is made up. I have to laugh at myself.
The nap didn’t work. I forgot to put my phone on silent. At least I got a bit of physical rest.