Well, it wasn't meant to be this long.
In between a trip away and getting this stupid virus while coming back, my energy to do anything has been non-existent.
Getting off the couch has been an effort, let alone think.
I find thinking hard.
It's not a natural thing.
I have to practice diligently.
Otherwise it gets awkward.
Like training wildebeest to tapdance, it's something you just shouldn't see.
So I have risen from my deathbed, my temperature is still 38.
My feet are hot.
I'm sick of coughing.
And I hope you had a really good day.
I am behind my schedule and need to continue.
Maybe this is my panacea.
Leviticus 14
Oh the irony of dealing with diseases again on today of all days.
I feel unclean.
Friends popped by on Sunday. We don't see them as much as we would like and it would have been great to catch up. But Donna was crook too and I wasn't sure how contagious I was. I felt the disappointment as they left without entering. We felt it too. I guess that's what it felt to be an Old Testament leper.
Only a lot worse.
Megaworse.
I'm not going to die.
My skin will stop being pasty when I return to the sunlight.
And I have a choice whether I shave off all my hair.
As an aside, Donna can't wait till the end of "Movember".
I see the sense in the total body shave.
Chapter 13 talks about the hair on the diseased skin being white.
If a person is healed, cleansed, he may still have white hair until new hair grows back.
Every hair gone.
All new hair should be ok again.
Just a big process.
These are generally pretty hairy guys.
Also another reason, given my current follicle challenged dome, that I'm glad I just went to a doctor for a script and a medical certificate.
The second part of this chapter talks about problems with mould and mildew in houses and buildings. How to get rid of it. How to cleanse the dwelling.
Interesting.
Because, they are a nation still living in tents.
Preparation for the Promised Land, years in the future.
Another indication that when setting rules, God laid everything out from the start.
There is no adding bits and pieces as He goes.
God is a planner.
Phew got through it.
Now for more panadol.
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