I think I have the flu. This has meant a lot of feeling unwell, headaches and sleeping, all of which have been a bit of a downer. Being stuck indoors but with no motivation makes for too much time to think. Think about what I’m missing. Think about what I want. Even in my broken feverish sleep there’s not been much respite – dreams, flashbacks…things I’m glad I remember but sometimes wish I didn’t. Details. Such specific details. Everything swirling in my mind. I didn’t think I was going to be able to write today but I really wanted to succeed with a post a day. And then all of the thoughts and memories meant I just needed to get it all out.