Sick…

I glance over my shoulder and can just make out my base camp in the gloom.  I gauge the distance I have come and compare it with the distance to my objective.  Almost halfway.  I had started out on foot when I had left but after some time deduced that with the strong headwind I should try to minimize my profile.  I went down to all fours and continued this way for a while.  I then further deduced that if dropping to my hands and knees had helped even a little then moving forward on my stomach would cut out even more resistance.  I pictured the maneuver as is seen in some kids cartoons where one is suspended between ones toes and fingertips, and can scurry about with quite some agility.  In reality however, it was more of a digging in of the toes and simultaneously  pushing back and down with my hands hobbling forward inch by inch. I’m sure that visually  it was not unlike a full bodied bull elephant seal lumbering along a rocky beach with some urgency.   

I look back again at the warm comfort of my starting point (my bed) and then again locate my objective (stool).  I decide to take a break. As I am laying half in and half out of the bathroom, I realize that when one is sick the surrounding noises and actions are amplified to an amazing level.  For instance, I can hear that my wife has issued child-sized but giant-volumed bullhorns to the kids.  This is a shock to me because we have recently discussed the volume level of our children and unanimously decided that they were quite loud enough with just their God given voices.  

As I lay there with my ear pressed firmly to the cold bathroom tile, I notice a small spider banging aimlessly along.  The poor little fellow seems to have become detached from his family (a traveling group of cloggers) but they soon find him and scurry off, the sounds of clogged spider feet finally dying down in the distance.    

As if on cue the tiny guy who has been remodeling the inside of my skull all morning comes off his lunch break.  It is immediately apparent to me that he has forgone his rock hammer and pickax from this morning and has upgraded to a 250 pound jackhammer.  If I’m not mistaken, he has even invited a few of his buddies over to help him.  I guess the positive side is that maybe they will finish quicker?…

Rest time is over, I need to take action.  With one last look at my original goal, I half crawl half roll back to the safety and warmth of my bed.  Hopefully someway, somehow, I can survive until tomorrow.