After a weekend of fighting it, I've succumbed fully to the flu.
Meanwhile, the dog is restless -- she wants to go for long walks and have me scramble around with her in the yard, but I can't do those things until I can get myself out of bed. Even at this second, she is licking my fingers while I type and nudging my hands with her nose. And her long tail is curled around my feet like a snake.
And the house sits in disarray and the emails pile up in my inbox.
The sun is shining on the snow in the yard, though. If there were any birds to sing, they'd be singing, I'm sure.