Today, I woke up and didn't feel great. I had a bit of a fever and so I decided to stay home (and mostly in bed) to relax. To me, relaxing means staying in my pajamas all day and lying in bed with a few good books. I was planning on going to an open market at Santa Maria Novella with a few friends, but I just didn't feel up to it.
I hate feeling feverish, especially because I know that you're supposed to "feed a cold and starve a fever." For some reason, I'm always hungry when I'm sick and crave things like soup and juice.
I started and finished a book called "The Year of Magical Thinking" by Joan Didion today. It was interesting to read about someone else's journey through grief. It brought up a lot of memories for me about my mom, about things I had forgotten, and about things I'd like to always remember. I decided to write some of them down for myself in a notebook that I've dedicated to my mom. I hope to type them all up for myself, but for now they remain handwritten.
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