I am sick. I was sick all weekend, that kind of sick where you’re miserable but not actually sick enough to just stay in bed.

I woke up feeling even worse this morning; I thought at first that it was just the time change. I often feel a little sick if I get up too early, so I was hopeful I would feel better as the day went on. I shuffled down to the kitchen and searched the mug cupboard for an appropriate coffee mug.

We own exactly sixteen coffee mugs, which is way too many, but I only use three of them. Today there was only one mug left of my Preferred Three, and that was my Yoshi mug.

My Yoshi mug is special. My Yoshi mug is from Epic Universe, and it’s just the right size, just the right weight, and when you finish the coffee a Yoshi egg is revealed at the bottom of the mug. It is my favorite mug, and I like to use it only on weekends, or on weekday mornings when I get up extra early and can sit on the couch and savor it.

I was not up extra early today. Work was already destined to be hell this week due to several factors, and when you add my illness and the time change on top of it well… let’s just say I was not feeling particularly optimistic this morning.

I used the Yoshi mug anyway. Is this what they mean by choosing happiness?

The most stressful part of being sick for me is definitely the exercise aspect. I’m in a pretty good exercise habit now, and I usually exercise on Mondays, but I’m just not sure if I should today. I sometimes try to think through what various friends would say to me if I asked them whether or not I should exercise in my current state.

“Well, you went to work, so you must be well enough to exercise,” I can hear a reasonable friend say.

“Yes, but work is mostly sitting,” another friend might say. “And it really affects a lot of people if you don’t make it to work so it makes sense to prioritize work but not exercise.”

“Yes, but this might destroy her good exercise habits,” a third friend chimes in. “It’s better to have a crappy workout and keep up the habit than to skip it altogether and let her fall back into Slug Life.”

The problem is that these are all reasonable opinions, and I truly cannot tell which one is correct.

In other news, I watched a documentary the other day that featured some present-day interviews of Bill Clinton, and wow nothing makes me feel old like seeing how old Bill Clinton has become. I don’t know why this hits so hard. I was in third grade when he became the president and a junior in high school when he left office, so I guess that’s a pretty formative series of years in my life. I guess he’s the definitive president in my book, the one to whom all others are compared. And if even Bill Clinton can get old does that mean that I can get old too?!

And like, what if he dies someday? What does that mean?!