I woke up at 2:30 this morning with a rather strong and dull headache. I found some aspirin and tried to go back to sleep. I think I must have, because time went by quick, but it sure did not seem like I slept. I got up in time to hear the first bird of the morning give its call to the world, before dawn, and before any light would reveal the first bird of the day.
This is a different sort of week for me, one in which I leave off my writing for a little while to devote to more visual creativity, by working on web design stuff and newsletter stuff… the kinds of things which one day I turned around and realized I could do with enough skill for others to ask me.
I had a fine morning, productive and a little whimsical, not really admitting until around ten that I was in fact sick. I had been sick but I wouldn’t let myself think so… until my eyes grew so heavy, I was a tad dizzy, and all around I felt the best thing for me would be to take a long nap.
So I did… and I got up, and back to work, admitting I was sick then forgetting. The fact is I’m still a little bit sick and really should go to bed after making sure to drink a lot of water.
It was a good, productive, if not overly inspired day in which I pressed forward through mundane tasks upwards towards the more vital. It’s all about laying the foundation… and the foundation must be deeper than one might initially expect.