Hot blooded, all right. In recent years, when I get sick, I never seem to have a fever, and when I think I do, I take my temperature and the thermometer says 97 or 97.5. Today? 99.5, which is strangely validating. The throat's a bit better, I have a little cough now and then, and I've been alternating between sleeping and watching crap on TV. If I got enough energy to stand long enough to shower, that would be good, but right now, it seems unlikely. I think the shower would help me feel better, actually, but that's a catch-22.
And it just keeps raining, which is not helping morale.
I mostly knit, sometimes crochet or cross-stitch. I read, a lot. I love cats. I love hockey, especially my no-longer-local team, the Boston Bruins. Want more? Read on.
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