politics, and exhausted

I woke up not much after six yesterday morning, and decided to work on a proofreading test. I then sent the (potential) client an email about it. Then cattitude and I had an early lunch and headed into Boston for a protest against the border guards separating refugee children from their parents. I was already feeling tired/unfocused from lack of sleep, but some things need doing.

adrian_turtle met us there, and we listened to speeches, and chanted things, and signed postcards asking Charlie Baker to please, please do the right thing. Cattitude estimated the crowd at about 700, not bad for 1 p.m. on a Thursday, with such little notice. When the gathering ended/dispersed, the three of us went to Harvard Square for ice cream. I went home with Adrian, and rested while she tidied up.

I slept very badly indeed last night: the cough that was bothering me the night before had gotten worse, and my leg muscles were cramping badly. (Adrian also thought I had a fever, but the thermometer showed 98.4 °F.)

I managed to doze a little before lunch, and Adrian then kindly escorted me back to my apartment. We ate strawberries. The basic plan for the remainder of today and tomorrow is to get as much rest as possible, and not to exercise today.