I am in a basement in Philadelphia. I am sick. It seems that I have made my travel mates sick too.
Probably just a cold. Should be over in a few days. Saturday was the worst of it for me. I had chills down to my bones but still drenched in sweat. I went to bed at 4pm. Didn't wake until 6 the next morning.
Then dumbly spent all of Sunday walking through the cold drizzly rain in cloth shoes that retained water like a sponge. I awoke this morning feeling weak and achy. Barely able to make it up the two flights of stairs to the bathroom.
Sass is sharing the basement with me. She has been sleeping nearly as much as I, but attributed it to being hungover. Now I think she recognizes that she has the thing that I got. Josiah is sleeping elsewhere, but yesterday morning was complaining about a sore throat and feeling weak. That's how it started for me. We are all sick.
I had tea yesterday with the woman that I kind of fell in love with when I was here before this summer. We had been trying to make some kind of relationship work since I left and it was our plan for me to stay with her while I was here. But she called things off last week. She is buried in work stress and busyness. And I am a mess. A mess that she can't help but to worry about. It was too much for her. I understand but am still saddened by it. I wish I was in a position to support her and help her but I just keeping adding to her burden. I had to let her go.
Perhaps someday we will meet again. I hope so.
Today's agenda was to finish writing my essay for our New York event and find a way to generate some income. But that's not going to happen. Between the first sentence of this paragraph and the one I am writing now there was a ten minute gap where my stomach was cramping so badly that I could barely breathe.
There's an explosion brewing in my stomach and it is yet to be determined which end of me it will erupt from.
And that, I am going to say is "not good" on account that I am in a basement two flights away from the nearest bathroom and a little too weak to stand up.
Through all of this though, I am grateful. This is truly a grand adventure. And even now makes for an excellent story.
But in the meantime, I think I am going to try to go back to sleep.
9:18 a.m. - 2018-09-24
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