I’m sick.

I have a million things on my plate but here I am, sniffling and coughing. My lungs hurt. I have a presentation to the commercial team, a press briefing, an interview with a freelancer tomorrow, and other things that I keep losing track of in my emails.

And I was fighting with my APAC boss this afternoon.

I just want to sleep. Rest.

I can’t drive this weekend to check my house.

I feel an asthma attack coming in a few hours.