I went back to work today and lasted all of two hours before returning home to rest and recuperate. I couldn’t talk very long without hacking and coughing. Fearing that I would expose others to the nasties I’m fighting, I decided to cut my losses and went for a haircut and short massage (the legit kind) before heading home. The massage felt really good. I deserved it after being cooped up in airplanes for over 20 hours and falling ill. I went home and crashed for about four hours and have since done pretty much nothing but check and respond to e-mail. I feel pathetic. I don’t know why I always feel like I need to be doing something. I guess it’s in my nature to be busy. I told my wife that I was happy to head to Paraguay, because it appears to be one of the most laid-back places on earth. Somehow I know I’ll figure out a way to be too busy, even in Paraguay. Will I get busy and volunteer for too much? Oh, probably. I know I shouldn’t feel guilty about doing nothing, but I do. Is nothing really nothing? Not really. Nothing means doing what isn’t really a priority in your life. I enjoy writing e-mail, but e-mail usually falls somewhere between saving the world and playing video games. I was home with my son for awhile today, but I didn’t really feel like spending time with him because I don’t want to get him sick. He also seemed extra whiny and needy today. Perhaps it’s because he just started pre-school and is adjusting to his new schedule. My wife says that he’s no worse than normal, so perhaps it’s the illness heightening my sensitivity. I usually have these severe colds once a year. I’ll put up with this one and look forward to when I can be productive again. Probably next week. I should enjoy the time off, I suppose, but I’m not. I’d rather be healthy and working, not moping around.