Back at work today with a cough and drippy nose, but otherwise 90% better. No problem, no work to do anyway.

It is frightening how physical illness can trigger such a nightmarish emotional state. I can see how in some ancient cultures the old and infirm would just wander off into the cold night to die and be eaten by animals.

Sorry about my cynical commentary. It is not like I "got better" and got a real life. I am not generally depressed, but also don't generally have a real life, either. Or a cyber life. Just sucking air.... Maybe I am still depressed, but just not painfully so.

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