I don't know about you, but very occasionally, once or twice a year perhaps, I have these days when my body can't seem to decide whether it's about to be ill or intends to soldier through resiliently. I was deeply asleep, almost unnaturally so, when the alarm brought me around this morning and felt more than usually thick-headed for the next hour or so, in which time I needed to wake a number of sleepy-headed young students for the day ahead of them. For some reason the routine felt harder than usual.
And then I proceeded to get on with the day without ever feeling that I was really engaging with it all. Everything seemed to require effort, even stuff that was entirely straightforward. By the late morning I was dealing with an itchy throat. Not quite sore, but not quite right. And by that time I was wondering if I'd get through all that needed to be done, yet somehow knowing I'd cope despite pointers to the contrary. And that's what happened: nothing; except for the fact that here I am, almost at the end of day, still managing to keep going, yet just a bit groggy around the head, and itchy around the throat.
And wondering if I'm going to actually fall ill later, once I'm in bed and the need to keep going has gone. Past experience suggests that by tomorrow I'll have fended off whatever infection has been trying to take over me and all will be well. I hope. Fingers crossed.
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