I hate it when I’m sick. The rational thought of “getting some sleep” overtakes my natural desire to see and photograph the sunrise. As the days without seeing the sunrise begin to add up, each one starts off worse as a result. It’s like a double whammy. I know it’s the right thing to do, but it doesn’t feel right. I was thankful to get back out on this morning, it was medicine for my soul. Also… I’m thankful for amoxicillin.

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