I had a fair idea earlier this week that I was getting sick. I couldn't stop coughing, my throat hurt and my head ached. In spite of this (or rather because of it) I ran ten k's before work, and over the course of the day did 32 thousand steps. Why? Because I'm participating in the Global Challenge and there was a mini challenge to beat your PB. So I did, because I can't resist a challenge. And then today (Friday) I really did get sick. Not because of yesterdays activities, but just because it was always going to happen.
So I spent today moving between the bed and the couch in our new flat, finally having some knitting and reading time. It was the first day I've spent here, and, despite me feeling like crap, I felt so happy to be here. I didn't do much in the way of unpacking or organising, I just sat, and rested, and admired the view. At some point this won't be our new flat, and I'll probably forget how special the view felt, but the sunshine and the sky will always make my heart sing.