Much better

After a two hour nap in the afternoon, Matt forced me to drink some Gatorade, and I laid on the couch miserable and achy, drifting in and out of sleep, half watching the hours go by. The last time I was this weak was in March with that awful bug that destroyed me from the inside out. In the evening, I was able to eat some tortilla chips and drink more before I went to sleep for the night at 8:30 or 9. Today, I only had one class to teach plus several meetings and plenty of emails and grading. Not too exhausting.

Matt's convinced that it wasn't a flu, but that I had worn myself down from all of the preparation to travel, the time away from home, and then hitting the ground running again. Luckily, I only have tomorrow's classes, then parents' day on Saturday, then an empty dorm for three whole days!!!

Thank you, God, for long weekend!!!!