I am now quite sure I've acquired Anna's virus--right when she turned the corner! It's like it left her and walked straight to me. She's still coughing, but is finally fever-free, eating, and getting around. I, on the other hand, am glued to the couch, actively feeling the cold symptoms come on. Feh.
Lost a little weight today. Still a poor week for total loss. It's made me think and consider. It seems I hit the sandbar (sorry about the nautical terms, can't help it, in the blood) at the end of three weeks. That's happened before.
So I looked up how long one has to take off between sessions when one's done a lot of them: six months. So, methinks perhaps two short sessions per year instead of one long? It's less arduous, and the resultant weight loss would be the same. I could also stagger it to avoid vacation plans, etc. Could work.
And now, back to my virus, already in progress.
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