SickDay

Francesco Rosaspina: Healing the Sick (18th century)
"Engage in some extended scrolling and call me the next morning if you're ever experiencing a SickDay."
I must have already apologized at least once for my short-sightedness in naming this series Unscrolling, for that title presupposes something. It strongly suggests that the underlying purpose of these stories must necessarily be to eradicate scrolling, when that was never my entire objective. Yes, I admit that I sought to reduce my scrolling habit, which had, at times, overwhelmed me. I couldn’t always control that urge to access my social media feeds, but that alone couldn’t have motivated me to dedicate an entire quarter to such an endeavor. Scrolling seems only intermittently annoying. It’s not destroying my life. It often contributes important benefits, one of which appeared yesterday when I experienced one of the rare visits of a SickDay disrupting my semi-sacred routine.
Since the damned pandemic, I continue to curtail my circulation out in the general population.
