I am slowly recovering from this dreadful cold. Yesterday I had a 37.74 degree fever. I am much better now, so I started to write again. I felt like a zombie walking around my home, yet still had to argue with the kids over their game-playing time. It was a nightmare.
When I told my friends “I am still alive.”, I thought it was a joke until I got sick. When I am sick I can’t do anything, but when I am better I want to do many things, like reading Kant again. Although I blame myself for not reading Kant as much as I can, maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on myself: if something is important for me, I will manage to find time for it.