I slept through much of yesterday, and am feeling quite a bit better. I’m anticipating yet another slide or two into illness before the Winter abates, but I’ll enjoy health while it’s with me.

There’s a feeling that I’m in an interesting place right now; it’s akin to being inside the eye of a storm. Not a particularly fierce storm, but there’s a sense of calm and spaciousness around everything. I’ve got time for things, and I’m not exactly sure why. I’m getting my work done, and enjoying it. Meals are cooked, errands run, the house is clean. I’m reading a lot; my head is full of Whitman, Romantic philosophy, biographies of Cicero and Leibniz, two novels by Haruki Murakami, and quite a few books on Buddhist topics. I’m playing the guitar. There is a lot of activity, it’s just very unhurried and relaxed.

This lull (if that’s the right word) has given me a sense of all the things that are still to do; as the immediate area has cleared up, the disorder in the corners of my life have been illuminated, and the to-do list has grown to titanic proportions. It’s daunting, and a little depressing I’ll admit. There is always so much that is waiting to be done, to be given attention.