january sunshine

Almost a year to the day after last winter's freak seventy-degree midwinter spring, it's happened again: it was gorgeous and sunny and in the mid-sixties (18-19 C). But alas, I wasn't wandering the streets of Brooklyn in a sundress this time, because I have spent the last two days at home in bed. It's starting to get tiresome, this immune system that behaves like the cheese-eating surrender monkey of myth. I've just got the flu, but it comes on top of a couple of months of recurrent illness and other problems, with a lot of doctor visits and blood tests (by mid-December I was starting to feel like a pincushion). I deeply dislike feeling weak. So once this virus has burned itself out, I'm not only going to get back to my running (how I would loved to have been able to hit the park on a day like this!) and perhaps start weight training again, or a martial art, or something. Perhaps if I work hard enough to get back the biceps I had in my rowing days, my immune system will follow suit. But at least my room was full of sunshine and breezes today, and good books have kept me company in waking hours.

In other news, I am feeling an unwarrantable temptation to break with my policy of not blogging about domestic American politics. This may be sudafed-induced delusion, so I'll wait a day or two to see if it passes before giving in.