There’s the first stage of a catching a bad cold, when you try to pretend that it isn’t happening; you go to work and tell people you’re feeling just a bit off, no big deal.
Then you succumb and stay home; you spend a day or so in bed. You take horrible medicines that make you feel groggy and sleep-deprived. You think about death as your friend.
Then you miraculously start to recover; you start to feel better. Maybe not 100 percent, but certainly more than 50. You roam around the house looking for things to do.
By this point you’re going a bit stir crazy, and your attempts to gather the cats for a group portrait are annoying even to them. Thankfully, full recovery is imminent.
