My throat is not sore, but it will be. I am not completely exhausted, but I will be. I will prop up myself during the day with energy bars, day-old lunch and will. I began forty-five minutes ago and I will end my day at 10pm. I look forward to the little holiday, but my cold, or flu or whatever it is, will occupy my time until I return again to this social work, to which I am ill-fitted and to which I am as-yet unaccustomed.
I will rest for a time on the futon, then ride my bicycle to work. It is the fastest way to arrive. I only hope that the day proceeds quickly.