Sick in NYC. I was freezing cold all last night. At first I chalked it up to our room being not unlike a refrigerator at times. Then, it became more obvious that something was a bit more off than that. This morning I decided to take my temperature before I e-mailed Poets House. Sure enough, a fever of 101. Thanks to our space heater, cranked to its hottest temperature, I went back to sleep until around two o’clock pm. I dragged myself out of bed to eat something, then decided to watch Dead Poets Society. Probably not the best idea…that movie is so sad. Little baby Wilson (from House) commits suicide.
Thanks to a delivery from Brooklyn Bagels and Coffee Company and episodes of South Park online, I can’t say today was all bad. Apparently the sickness is beginning to spread through Poets House…hopefully I didn’t start it! I’m raring to get back out there in the big city, but I’m sure this was my body’s way of telling me I really needed to take a moment to slow down and veg out.