Caught the flu and am feeling like this tangled mess of cones and caution tape—just add tissues, tea, and ice (depending on which fever chills are in charge—hot or cold, it changes by the hour).

Everything’s foggy, sweaty, and my energy levels are near zero. But true to the American work ethic, I’m still trying to keep things running as best I can—and finally get to rest on tomorrow’s bank holiday. Hoping it bounces me back and fully clears my internal “work zone.”

Until then, I proceed with caution and collect well wishes.