Well, it finally happened: I seem to have come down with the flu. So this morning I have been popping ibuprofen and swilling tea, and sitting in the sunroom with my two cats. Miles doesn't seem too concerned about me, but Kitty is very sympathetic. At least it's a beautiful day in Cibolo. I soaked up some Vitamin D, with Kitty sitting in my lap. My fingers have been liberally anointed with cat spit; I hope it has antiviral properties.
My question is why, if I have a fever of 100, do I feel so frickin' cold?
Oh, well. I had to do a little work today (actually a lot, but I'm moving and thinking at a snail's pace), and now I'm going back to doze some more with the cats.
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