This past week was a lesson in how even the best laid plans have to be put aside to deal with current realities. About a week ago I came down with the flu for the first time in years. For the next four days I basically laid around, trying to recuperate. By Wednesday morning - still thinking it might have just been a cold - I felt strong enough to go into work. One day later, sitting at work and fighting off fatigue and the chills, I realized I had underestimated my foe. So I went home again and spent the rest of Thursday and Friday at home.
Because of my sickness I decided to push back my trip to California. I had been planning it for sometime but now it just seemed rushed. Added to that, I hadn't gotten anything done at work this week, so the best decision seemed to be to hold off on it until the beginning of March. So that's what I did. I'm always a bit disappointed in myself when I can't follow through on plans or goals that I have laid out. In this case, I think my decision to postpone the trip was warranted. As was my decision not to go to my Thursday night volunteer appointment because I still had the flu. I went out of my way to inform Cam both by phone and by email that I wouldn't be able to make it.
Now I am at home, working my way through the last chapters of East of Eden with the All-Star game on mostly unwatched in the background. It's been a quiet three-day weekend so far. My goal this week is to catch up on work, get back in the swing of things, and buy my ticket for my trip to California in the beginning of March. Where one plan dies, another takes root and grows in its place.