woke up without a fever or cold chills, though still not feeling 100%.

continued to cough up mucus, which is not a pleasant sound. after the morning, there doesn't seem to be too much left, though enough to keep me going from my desk and couch to the sink to spit things up.

late in the day, feeling much better, i ventured to pick up food from cheese grille nyc, a little sandwich shop on allen street. the owner or manager there, not sure which, was very demanding and loud, yet extremely kind to me and the other patrons. he went back and forth, and i can already hear how he explains this to some people:

"it's just my style. i'm just passionate."

or, a little tone deaf.

him and his people all seemed to get along just fine, though.

i ordered too many fries and couldn't finish the sandwich — my appetite didn't turn out to be enough, which was wasteful.

o.f. stopped by in the evening, and we stood outside on the sidewalk talking and keeping our distance. she's got a show on sunday, which is very exciting. can't get her sick ahead of that. she brought me popcorn and cookies.

it was incredibly thoughtful of her. she says she'll bring sourdough bread from the union square farmer's market tomorrow.

i'm very thankful for her, and frustrated that we could not properly embrace.

it's one thing when i spend all day alone for no reason, and another thing when i can't do anything since i'm sick. i had to forego a dance recital that my friend s.a. was doing uptown, which made me feel terrible.

she'd never believe me, but i had marked the calendar event as "very important." i wanted to go support her at the performance and couldn't. that felt terrible. but being inside, recovering, and thankful for all the things at my disposal within my apartment did not feel so bad.