I wake up still sick. I skip the gym and try to make myself feel better. Eat your fruits & veggies.
A stop at Fundati Coffee again before the office helps ward off the sickness. Maybe. Probably not.
The workshop is fine. I take DayQuil at the start and at lunch, and it keeps me going. In hindsight I cannot tell how sick I was because I had no choice but to forge on. I think the mind is a powerful thing and it did what it had to do. I got through it.
I left at 3:00 and had a totally miserable drive home. I felt like total and complete shit the whole way. When I got home, I went to bed. 16 hours later I am still in bed and I see no reality where I get out before tomorrow.
Traveling Normandy 