What do I do when I’m this sick?  The next thing.  No more, no less.

Oh, and an overall ‘remember’.  This limitation is temporary.  It’s not a moral failing.  There’s no need to feel guilty.  Oh, unless I got sick by sitting out in the rain necking with a leper.  Which I didn’t.  Ergo…

‘What’s next?’  becomes pretty simple.  Dress.  Drink something warm.  Write my post.  Be a good companion.

Notice the periods instead of commas?  Yeah.  There’s an implied pause for rest in between each.

Signifi.

Cantly.

Susan

Scot

Fry

Up.

Date.

zzzzz…..