Nothing is more important than balance

I may not actually be dying, but this is so not the common cold.

It's some getting-worse-every-hour-super-freaky-evil-mutant-ass-kicking-virus that wants to teach me that humans are not, in fact, the top of the food chain.

This morning a friend said: "We pay far too little attention to what our bodies tell us and far too much to the importunements of ambition".

And I knew, with the sort of absolute certainty available only to the fevered, that the Protestant work ethic kills people. Slowly perhaps, but faithfully.

I then decided that nothing I do is so important that it can't be postponed or cancelled--because nothing is more important than balance.