Monday is a good day. I get home and lift weights, walk with and without Nopesterini, do some rose maintenance, and start work on a little hydrogen powered engine that I have just acquired. Actually it's a regular internal combustion engine that I want to clean and fix up and convert over to running on hydrogen. This hydrogen power project adds to the slide scanning, four art projects, resourcescout, and other website projects that I have going. But the busy Monday keeps me from thinking about my problems.
Tuesday is a non-productive day at Northrop Grumman and I get in a 5 mile run before the resourcescout meeting. The run is a struggle the entire way. I wonder why?
Wednesday is a reasoable day until the afternoon. I start feeling run down and I feel like I have a fever. When I get home I take my temperature and see that it is 2 degrees F elevated. In order to get the blood pumping I lift weights (and it's actually a reasonable workout) and walk with and without Nopesterini. I take my temperature again and it is now elevated by 3 degrees F.
I finally decide that I must relent - I start taking the antibiotics that the doctor has given me for such occasions. This isn't quite the "trailing edge" dosage that we expected, but it will have to do. Other people at work have been sick and I have probably worn myself out with workouts, dates, activities, and emotional trauma. I already have a doctor's appointment scheduled for June, so I don't even think about seeing the doctor now. He would clearly say that I am just plain worn out by looking at my mucous membranes and other places. I am heading to bed before 8:30pm on Wednesday night. The alarm clock is turned off and the phones are turned off.
Nopey contributes the remaining entry for this day.
a telephone call or two, then lays down on the couch and watches television. After a bit he turns the television off and goes back to bed. He sleeps some more and wakes up near noon. We go out and mow the lawn - Ray letting me run wild in the neighborhood. But after mowing the lawn Ray goes back to bed. How lazy can one be? He should be out here walking me, throwing the tennis balls around, and pretending to be the chase group as I'm out on a breakaway in the Giro bicycle race. Later in the day we do go for a walk. Ray is slow today, so I walk even slower just to make him feel like I'm the holdup for going slow. When, in reality, we know that he is very slow today. The phone rings a time or two early in the evening and then Ray is going to sleep.