Hmm it seems like I am so used to not having enough time that suddenly the idea of having time for once becomes almost preposterous.
I spent the day having too much time on my hands, it's not something I'm used to, for these past month(s) at least (since it's February already). Yeah, it felt odd. So I spent today lounging around, reading the newspaper, reading the Bible, aimlessly surfing the net, making a card, all in a bid to speed up the recovery. Of course, all these while experiencing a significant amount of pain every time I swallowed.
Ah, my dear body, won't you get well already.
But it was a timely rest, at least :) And I know/think it did me good. Haha
I guess this is God's way of telling me that I need to rest, NOW. Not asap.