Starting the new year sick
Stacks of tissues and TV shows
For New Year’s Eve, I drove down to the Poconos to celebrate with my friends. We held a progressive cocktail party, effortlessly moving from cabin to cabin in the pouring rain as we waited for the clock to strike midnight. I did not plan anything, my gorgeous friends did, but I went grocery shopping and made a charcuterie board and took photos of everyone as they danced and laughed. It was a lovely way to ring in the New Year.
On January 1, I drove back to the city. It was then that my illness began. My cough, my stuffed up nose, my headache. I slept for twelve hours, but felt like I was fighting the sleep the entire night. This was not how I anticipated starting my new year! Sick, grumpy, tired. I wanted to be fresh and ready for what January would bring me. Instead I couldn’t even leave my home. The resolutions had to be postponed. The rotting took over.