It's a beautiful sunny morning, and I'm stuck inside. Sick. I can't believe this. I need my sunshine!
The cough started in Cairo, but I figured it was just from the pollution. It changed character in Aswan and Luxor, but I figured it was from the dust in the desert. Sleeping outside in freezing temperatures in the Sinai didn't help. I think, though, that it was the endless plane ride home that did me in.
I've been fine if a bit tired at work, but I've had no energy to go to the gym, surf, or paddle. The bar is out - coughing non-stop probably wouldn't impress too many people.
So here I am, a three day weekend, and it looks like I'll be stuck at home.