One of the worst things about being sick is how taste and smell gets all skewed, or nonexistent for that matter. I hate it when freshly ground and made coffee doesn’t taste like coffee, when the cognac I drink for my sore throat loses its unique flavor, and when it doesn’t matter if I order fancy or cheap pizza when I’m too tired to cook.

I’m struggling with balance at the moment. Not in the sense that I can’t focus my thoughts, or that I don’t know what to do next. No, it’s more motivational, and emotional. I guess there’ll be a lesson at the end of this too. Until then, I’ll just try to shake this nasty cold, and try not to think about all the things I had planned for the last week of the year.

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