8,008 km so far.
I had big plans for today. I was going to continue my photography project. I was going to hang out in cool cafes and buy groceries and cook something delicious for dinner. I was going to be productive.
Instead, I am sick.
Not sick in that nice way where it’s lovely to have an excuse to just lie in bed and watch old episodes of The West Wing. Sick in the way that you feel you’ve never been healthy before in your life, and you can’t imagine ever getting better.
I spent the entire day lying in bed. Every so often I moaned. My throat is on fire and I am coughing non-stop. I am trying to remember that we have weeks and weeks to explore Shanghai and that this is but a minor setback, but right now it feels like such a waste.
Meanwhile, Stephen had barely enough time to ensure I had a cup of tea and a bottle of ibuprofen on hand before he went out to teach yoga. His schedule is going to keep him pretty busy while we’re here, so I hope I’ll be up and about and able to take care of myself by tomorrow. ♥