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Not a good night of sleep. My eyes, red and watery and swollen. I am tired, just exhausted. My limbs, under-rested and tense. Don't have much of an appetite. My throat, raspy and overworked. If I talk on the phone will the other person even be able to understand me? I can barely whisper. Should I avoid talking? I can't avoid talking, I have to go to work, and I have to talk to the people from Windsail whenever they call today, and Randy is coming to town tonight, and so is Catherine, and I need to call Dad, and I need to talk to Monika and Dominik and Viktoria and Alexander. So much is going on and I need to be an active part of it. I need to slow my brain. I need my voice. I have needed it so much lately. I need my voice and I need restful sleep, and I have neither. I need to stop worrying and I need to eat.
He'll be fine. He'll be fine. He'll be fine.