Sick sick sick

God, I thought the vague "I'm still sick after four weeks" the other day was bad. That was too days ago. By the time I got home, I was completely out of it. I managed to make dinner. In complete honesty, I have no idea what it was. And after dinner, I was reeling on my feet and so cold that I was covered in blankets and if I got up, my teeth were literally chattering. Much the same yesterday, only vague improvement. Today, I still feel wretched, coughing and blowing my nose and sniffling, but at least I can get some work done remotely. I couldn't even contemplate it yesterday.

Thankfully Nora hasn't been too bad and Janna has been utterly wonderful in keeping her entertained so I can rest or at least lumpus on the couch in a semi-lifeless state.