An odd, poignant moment this morning. I have a bad cold. (Thanks, kids!) Took cold meds last night to sleep, knowing they’d knock me out past my usual wake time. Woke up later than normal, no time to journal or go for a run, and felt Fine. Got coffee. Sat. Woke up slowly. At some point, realized: I’m not beating myself up internally like I usually do when I’m not 100%. Is this… is this taking care of myself? Ah.