This morning, I woke up after nearly 10 hours of sleep and that’s unusual for this character. I typically sleep between 4 to 7 hours a night and have since, I guess, before I can remember anything. Mom has told me about her often being worn out by her oldest boy who wouldn’t stay asleep. So a good night’s sleep is exceptional. Well, more often than not, it often means that I’m sick.
This morning, I finally hacked up a classic lugy on my typical run to one of several favored coffee shops. I’m not feeling heartened by this, either. Even with the ten or so hours of sleep I can tell, I’m going to feel run down all day.
I’ve gone ahead and emailed Fr. John about my probably not showing up at church. We’ve a few excessively elderly people in this small church and so this young old boy can’t stomach the idea of giving anyone in their 90’s a cold.