Sick

“Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad” ~ Henry Wadsworth

I've been sick this week.

Not the flu. I think it's just a sinus cold.

But being sick makes me tired.

And being tired lowers my defenses, which lets the sadness in.

So, I've been a little down. Not much else to report.