We made it back from Internet Librarian with only a small amount of hassle; we were able to transfer to a flight from San Jose to Chicago, then to Syracuse, and rent a car to get us there. We shared the rental with Diane and Samantha, and we all made it home later than expected but just as safe. I was home in time for my planned camping trip with my husband and a bunch of our friends…
And now I’ve been home, sick. SICK. Head cold from hell, people. I’m suspecting it’s a combination of air travel, messed up sleep schedules, camping in November, and generally being overextended. I’ve done nothing but sleep and cough and watch TV today. (Thank heavens for having three episodes of Mystery! — Lynley and Havers ones — recorded on the bedroom DVR, and Sahara on the living room DVR.)
My only problem (aside from feeling like crap) is that I’m constantly thinking about work. I haven’t checked my email through an act of sheer willpower, but I think I’m about to cave — I can’t stop wondering what I need to tend to, what’s waiting for my attention, what’s come up in my absence.
I don’t think that kind of worrying is conducive to recovery from illness, but I’m not sure what to do about it. I was entirely energized by Internet Librarian, wanting to come back to work and share my new insights and ideas and focus my energy on our work… and here I am, sneezing on my sofa. Thinking about work.
Of course, I’m also completely distractable, and sort of brain-dead. I just spent 5 minutes watching Dirk Pitt and Al Giordino throw themselves from the bed of the pickup truck they’re handcuffed to, in the middle of the Sahara, all while my fingers rested on the keyboard of my laptop. Thus it becomes clear to me that I do not belong at work, where they deserve my full attention. Currently, I am far more likely to be able to devote that attention to two men making a dune-sail out of a crashed airplane than to whatever is in my email.
So my email stays put, and so do I. Sometimes you just gotta be sick.