I was feeling quite a bit better today, in that I didn't wake up coughing during the night. I still cough when I'm awake, and I still feel exhausted/drained/weak pretty much all the time, and I still sleep a lot, but it's muuuuch better than it was!
I think I have now seen almost every episode of "The Twilight Zone" ever produced. This makes the Syfy marathon awfully convenient watching for someone who can't stay awake more than 10 or 15 minutes. Wait, what planet are they on now? Oh, right. I remember.
I've also come to the conclusion that my early introduction to "The Twilight Zone" probably paved the way for my later liking for Ray Bradbury's stories, as there are definite similarities in tone, philosophy, and subject matter.
In the afternoon, Shannon suggested that we finally make our trip up to El Cerrito Plaza, which we had originally (pre-plague) been planning to do by bike earlier in the week. He pointed out that, given my indisposition, we could take BART there instead of biking, which sounded like a good idea. I was just happy to get out on a low-energy adventure! I hate being cooped up in the house.
So we spent a couple hours shopping in El Cerrito this afternoon, and we each found some shirts at Ross, and we found a new suitcase for our annual trip to see the in-laws in Hawai'i, and I found a pair of black boots (suitable with both pants and skirts) to replace the ones that unexpectedly disintegrated at Farallon a couple weeks ago. The shoe store also had some very funky, bright, multi-colored sneakers that tempted me, but I decided that I didn't really need them.
When we got home I promptly fell asleep for a few hours after reading 2 or 3 pages of Solstice Wood. No reflection on the book -- which is quite different from Patricia A. McKillip's usual fare, as it's more modern fantasy and less fairy tale -- it's just that my body apparently needs to sleep every available moment right now.