Slowly, ever so slowly, I crept back to life. Or at least a state of semi-decent health. Whatever bug I caught may have come very suddenly, but took its own sweet time leaving. Friday I laid low for most of the day, though in the mid-afternoon I had to venture out for a couple of hours for a work-related task. Saturday was a much more active day. In the morning I had a rare (for a weekend) work session. While there’s no way I could have managed a normal workday, my duties on Saturday were very close-by and lasted only about four hours. Later on Saturday afternoon I went out to the supermarket and made it through that okay. While I didn’t do much on Sunday, I got steadily better as the day went on.
Going to the gym was completely out of the question on Friday and pretty much the same on Saturday. On Sunday afternoon I briefly considered going in for a short, light session, but decided that waiting another day would be a more prudent approach.