Still fighting some virus or other but starting to feel a little better. Moved some furniture around today and realized quickly how out of shape being sick has made me. Been popping fevers whenever I do even a little bit of activity too.
Had part of a poem come to me in the dark last night:
Barefoot on the cliff of history
toes curled over the edge of the abyss
balanced above the void
the future vast expanse
beyond all visions and thought