I have been back in New York just over a week and I have really tried to just get back into action. And then I got landed with this dreadful cold. I had real plans for today. I have bagpipe practice tonight and I planned to blow my pipes at Pier 54 as I usually do. I just started as a US Census Enumerator and I planned to get some hours in counting people. I was going to go to MOMA with Martine.
Dashed all. Woah is me. Sean gave me some roomie/friend tough love and here I sit, frustrated, restless, anxious and sick. I see all the other kids playing outside and I cannot.
But this cough and could are doozies.
Instead of accomplishment, participation and earning money, I am under a blanket watching Rebecca.