I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before this particular side effect of having a cold : time creeps along.
I woke up this morning feeling both horribly aware of my body shivering, and at the same time distant from the body. I didn’t get up, planning on a long slow crawl into work well after rush hour.
I dozed. I dawdled. I took a long bath. I finally got myself together and found myself ready for work.
It was 7:30. I was ahead of myself.
Perhaps my time perception is being knocked askew by the cold virus. Usually, I would expect to sleepwalk my way through a cold, the time melting away in the fever. On this occasion, it is holding firm.