For the last few days my bed was a garden and my limbs felt tethered to it like weeds. I was smacked with the flu even after all my efforts of eating vegetables, drinking bland teas and tucking myself into bed at a civilized hour. Half in and half out of a responsive state of mind I spent the time staring at the ceiling while flipping through photography books and watching painfully good reality TV. Nyquil sang me a lullaby every night. But my immune system is back and so am I.