Wow. the temperature is up a whole 4 F, to 18 F.
One of the most insidious dangers of trying to get well is to go out, and overdo it, while still in recovery. As I write this, my car is still covered in snow. Doggie treats, and caffeine are running low.
And going out in 18 degrees F is a surefire way to put myself back in bed, with a relapse. Cleaning off the car would require, for my not so healthy body, the equivalent of a half-day's work. Hence, I took today off. Another night of bed rest (with cabin fever), and umpteen bowls of chicken soup is required before I sortie again.
Max is not happy being trapped inside.
My friend M. De Poisson has finally caught this bug as well. We shared a commiseration call tonight. I warned him that there would be no posthumous Medal Of Honor if he pushed it too far by going back in tomorrow. Like me, he's a workaholic, and waaay too honorable for his own good.
Back to the double bowl of chicken soup...
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