The latest installment in an occasional series: how I unplugged over the weekend.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: someday I’ll come up with a system that stands up to the common cold. Someday soon.

Being self-employed, I get sick far less often than when I went to an office every day (this one was courtesy of the germs my sweetheart brought home from his office) – but it still happens. And it always lasts longer and takes more out of me than I think a silly little cold will or should.

It’s not so much feeling drained as feeling so very stupid with congestion that makes doing anything so impossible.

All one can do is rest.

It’s the only way out, but it’s boring. It’s annoying. And it’s nothing like unplugging.

Now that I’m my own boss, calling in sick isn’t the thrill it used to be. Despite aches and sniffles, as an employee, it still felt a little like playing hooky. The sleep, the quiet, the soup and snacks, the Perry Mason reruns in the middle of the day… it was all deliciously rare self-care.

But now, that self-care – thankfully – is much less rare. I like my job a lot more and I have much more control in when and how I do it, so there’s less thrill in stepping away from work.

Things are better. Which makes having a cold that much more of a drag. All I can think about is how much I’m missing out on – plugged or unplugged.

So, thank goodness that’s over. That stupid little virus was turning me into a complete cranky-pants.

And I’m going to make up for it next weekend with extra-special unplugging.

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