I live!

I spent most of yesterday feeling like grilled shit, and in fact, I suspect this is plague rather than pollen, since I was running a peculiar alternating fever (Up a degree, down a degree, up a degree, down a degree…) and my skin had that too-tender sensitivity, as if I had been gifted with an invisible full-body sunburn. Today, while I am still not quite firing on all thrusters, I am doing significantly better–still the low-level snorfle that more or less epitomizes my existence, still the not-quite-fever twitches, but the sore throat has faded to a bare scratchiness, and the railroad-spike in the eye headache is gone at the moment, which is a relief. I can work through a pretty bad headache, but this was like having God poke you repeatedly in the eye.*

As is usual when I’m sick, I read Robin McKinley books and ate jello. All may not be right with the world, but it’s as close as you can get.

While I would like to declare myself healthy and throw myself back into painting, that way lies relapse, and I know I’m not up to it, so I’m going to do a Digger layout and then go back to bed for a bit, and see how I feel after that.

*I assume God says “Nyuk nyuk!” while doing this, because really, who wouldn’t?

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