In bed

Throw the covers on your head

You pretend like you are dead

But I know it

The rhythm is gonna get you!

Gloria Estefan, Rhythm is Gonna Get You

It’s Friday. The week is winding down. We order pizza and wings and fries. We tune in to some trash TV and tune out from the world for a few hours. We do this every week. It’s our rhythm.

Except this week.

For the past 7 days, a few of us have been sick. Our rhythm is off. It’s funny how being out of step throws the entire cycle into relief. None of it seems important; not the day, the pizza, or the TV. It’s fun, of course, but I could care less if we miss any of it today.