Illness & convalescence

I had a sore throat while we were in Graz, and my stomach wasn't in its best shape either. However, after returning home, Ági started to show similar symptoms, so what she'd brought home before the journey - I got it from her, I reckon - but couldn't break out in Austria, now got her terribly. I hope Ági's illness passes as fast as mine did.

Anyway, I'm still convalescing, and even though I worked out a bit this evening, I feel like a dizzy moth in a sauna. I don't want to blame my age for everything all the time, but time has an interesting effect on our bodies. Two-three decades ago, a couple of sleepless nights were not the end of the world. A good night's sleep did the trick, and I was as fresh as a daisy. However, last night wasn't enough to make up for the three nights in Austria, where the first two nights were okay, but the last was a real nightmare in terms of rolling around in my bed with eyes wide open. But let's not dwell on this, shall we?

Well, as the year is about to end - there are fewer than three weeks left from 2023 - I should devise a New Year resolution. I still need to figure out what that will be because making unrealistic promises, even for ourselves, will not serve any purpose whatsoever. I reckon that leaving behind old, annoying habits, not letting harmful lingering thoughts interfere with our lives, and accepting things that are difficult to accept could be a good New Year's resolution.

The weather wasn't too bad today. The sun was shining, and the highest temperature was around +4°C. The snow melted almost completely; some of the previous days' snowstorm remnants show signs of winter. Tomorrow, we need to get ready for another storm, but this time, it'll only be rain. Brilliant.

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Chillaxing

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