In which I move across country and promptly fall ill
It turns out that quitting your job, selling your house, and moving across the country in three weeks is incredibly stressful. It can be done, but my immune system has buckled under the pressure and forced me to take some time off.
Nothing brings out my inner Victorian like being sick. I lounge about on the couch, simply incapable of doing anything more strenuous than pressing buttons on my remote control, lest the consumption takes me.