I’ve spent the day in solitude. A fever makes it difficult for me to focus on anything for very long and as much as I’d like to get some work done, I can’t concentrate. I’m not sure what this post is about, but I suspect that it’s about being stuck indoors alone. The TV has been running in the background most of the day, but I haven’t been watching it. As I glance around the room, I’m frustrated by the pile of books I’d like to read, but can’t. As soon as I start to read, my head becomes fuzzy and my eyes a little droopy. It could be the medication.
I sometime wish I had all the time in the world to sit within these four walls and read, write and gaze out the window. It’s different when you’re ill. You have the time, but not the inclination.
I have a feeling that I’ll remain here another day. I’m hardly strong enough to lift my head and even typing this is an effort.
Here goes: If you had a solid month stuck in the house, what would you spend your time doing? Assume you’re in perfect health for this exercise. (and that the shopping is being delivered.