Oddly Pleasant
Being sick, when neither dire nor agonizing, can be oddly pleasant. It grants me permission to eat warm things, take guilt‑free naps, and decline every invitation without remorse. Suddenly, my Saturday belongs entirely to me.
What am I doing with it, besides eating and sleeping?
Deciding which watch pairs best with black sweats and a red flannel (the Casio Duro "Batman," of course). Playing a little chess. Writing and re-writing this blog post. Wondering how to make a photograph that suggests “illness” without being gross. Sorting out potential images for next year’s calendar. Sketching out a new variation on an old kata.
I’ve never understood people who get high alone. Socially? Sure, especially back in college with cute girls and a soundtrack. Alone? It's just cutting yourself off from yourself. Sounds more melancholy than fun.
Wherever you are, I hope your Saturday is creative, and at least oddly pleasant.