Sick Day

I am never sick. But I was dizzy all day and couldn't get out of bed. I made Robert take a picture. Then in the evening I arose like Lazarus, still with a headache, but apparently on the way to a complete recovery. During my day in bed I thought how useless life would be without being able to move or really use your eyes to read or look at anything. In the afternoon I gained the ability to listen to the radio. Now I am back to my old tricks. I read somewhere that we are likely to be conquered ultimately by microbes, which are evolving at such a greater speed than us that they are sure to find a way to eliminate us. Whatever got me has a great start.