August 11, 2012
She sat on the couch, boneless and slightly damp from the high humidity. I’m like a used dishrag, she thought to herself. Moving about and doing anything meant she was sweating and exhausted in fifteen minutes. So it was a day of 20/40 hours: twenty minutes of vaguely productive “doing something” followed by forty minutes of recovery, drinking liquids and being by a fan. A cool shower, iced coffee and a long break early in the afternoon restored a little bit of energy. Working this way, the day was not a total loss, although she finished very little of consequence.