Without You

I love me some Air Supply, and this song, which came to me this morning while bedridden with a nasty virus, is no exception:

No I can't forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile but in your eyes
Your sorrow shows, yes it shows

No I can't forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrows
When I had you there but then I let you go
And now it's only fair that I should let you know
What you should know

I can't live, if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give anymore
I can't live, if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give anymore

I woke up with this sore throat on Wednesday morning. I tried to muscle through it -- went to practice, took my car in as planned, went to work -- but I got worse as the day progressed. This morning I woke up with the same maladies.

In addition to my physical symptoms, I feel stuck. I'm so tired of grief mode, and yet I can't ever seem to climb all the way out. It's frustrating, and I'm sick of it. In my experience when I feel sick of something, I am more likely to succumb to germs that are out in the world. I rarely get sick because I do a pretty darn good job of taking care of myself, but I'm sick now, physically and psychically.

At least there's Air Supply to keep me company, if not necessarily to uplift me:

No I can't forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile but in your eyes
Your sorrow shows, yes it shows

I can't live, if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give anymore
I can't live, if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give anymore

I can't live, if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give anymore