well, that's a relief...

About 12 days ago, just as I was getting sick, I swam a mile, then mowed the lawn. Then the next week was a bit of a blur. Fortunately, my brain came back first; my body took a while to follow. This morning, I swam a mile and mowed the lawn in 93 degree heat no less, and... I'm hot. I'm not that tired. I'll probably cool off with some iced tea and a nice cool breeze blowing through. Not that being sick is fun, but it's a lot more fun when it's known to be temporary.