i took a sick day today. it's been a long time coming. the last day i took off was like in february and i had worked through the worst cold in recent memory in april too. fourth of july weekend was a dud thanks to the heat wave. i lied motionless in my dark room and hoped my AC could chug through the worst parts.
last night, as art class was approaching, i wasn't feeling too well but i powered through and went to art class anyway. i came home and decided today was as good as any for a day off. it didn't help seeing on instagram that my totally-in-my-head art class nemesis had won a scholarship at the school. i thought "huh? but her art is so tiktok." i felt compelled to up my painting game by painting more (trying to finish the one i'm currently doing in class!) and starting to learn how to draw portraits and use perspective better.
what has kept me from taking days off when i felt like i needed them included: the idea of missing out on an important meeting (i had some important ones lined up but then i realized i couldn't care anymore; some of my coworkers suck), the desire to hang out in a place where there's constant good AC (my office). but today, the conditions were aligned. i had initially felt guilty but seeing that i hadn't been sleeping well due to the heat + blackout curtains leading me to wake up at 10:30am today, i eventually felt good about my decision.
so far, my sick day has comprised of semi-deep cleaning and finally cooking something, things i couldn't do over the holiday weekend. now i'm just studying, doing problem sets and such. i'll probably go for a run today. (i feel like a fairweather runner in nyc and i feel too cheap to pay for a gym even though i had plans to as my health insurance might cover some of it??). then maybe i'll paint. i should definitely read some of the books i had borrowed which include architecture guides, some fiction, and a travelogue type book of sorts.