Whatever ...

... I'm not sick, I'm just resting my feet. And my head. And my legs. And my arms. And my torso.

I'm not sure this denial is working 100%, but it's working for at least 25% which is still pretty good. I went to work, faced adversity congested-head on and went home when the dust settled.

The Beloved is bringing food and drugs. I love him.

Less than 2 days to 'race' day - I can and will run on Saturday. I have to.