Fever to Tell

After a few days of running a fever of 100° F, I’m finally back at good ol’ 98.6° again. But I’m still hardly back at full strength — this cold has been tougher than I thought. I missed a full week of work, which in some ways is probably something my body needed, but I’m sure I’ll pay for it dearly next week. And now I have to turn my attention to packing up my overcrowded pad for my move to a new apartment next Thursday. Posts may be thin in the meantime.


One Comment

  1. I’m glad to read that you’re back on your feet. Being sick is one of the worst things especially when you’re busy. I hate being sick, even if for a day.

    Good luck with the move!

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