Today is the first day in the last week that I awoke breathing clearly. Since last Wednesday I’ve been plagued with some kind of evolving infection that has circumnavigated my entire immune system. Sore throats, coughing, congestion, stomach aches, fatigue and head pains ... according to the pamphlet in our kitchen area at work, I fit the symptoms of swine flu, but so has every other illness I’ve had in the last couple of years. (By trying to cover all their bases on those things, they completely fail in offering any useful information.)

The best part about not being sick, besides being able to breathe, is the returning clarity of thought. Trying to get through the days in a sickly state of reduced mental capacity can be straining and at certain illness low points, I felt I had gone completely mad.

So with my health now on the mend today, I can now return to Earth in a state of being I can recognize. Out of the last several dreary mornings it’s the first time I’ve woken up feeling rested and I’m not taking my good health for granted, or my restored mind for that matter.

I took some time this morning to sort through the last couple weeks worth of stories and now I’m starting to wonder if maybe the world was as crazy as I remembered it being.