People say "confined to bed" like it's a bad thing...
All I can say is that my body enjoys finding ways to remind me that I'm overdoing it. All those long days and short nights have earned me a rather nasty case of the flu and I'm home, sick and short of breath, on this very snowy day. I came home last night with a terrible headache and a serious case of the chills. I went to bed shivering, and had feverish dreams all night, thinking about whether I'd be able to make it out of bed in the morning. Luckily, this last winter storm buried the city in snow and forced the cancellation of my early morning driving lesson, so I decided to stay in bed with my nice, toasty, cuddly cat, and watched history documentaries and
Memphis Belle on the History Channel. All in all, a splendid day of rest, and one that was badly needed.
Then I got some
great news via a phone call from the Legal Clinic -- I've been offered a part-time summer job as our web designer, so that we can finally get our anemic and elderly
website accurate and up-to-date. This is a wonderful opportunity that I'm truly looking forward to. I couldn't come back this summer as a caseworker, since I'm graduating and all (and summer employees must take the Clinic Course as division leaders in the coming school years), plus I'm going to be busy with my Bar Admissions Courses in the summer. But this way, I can gradually wean myself off my beloved Clinic (unlike my poor older sister, who experienced a terrible sense of loss when she left last spring to begin Bar Admissions and her articles), still see my friends, and remain involved. I might even get to carry an interesting file or two and generally help out in the Criminal Division.
Not to mention that a summer job means money, and while money can't buy me love, it can buy some very satisfying substitutes.