Thursday. To bed early, but another toss and turn night. The fever broke in the early evening, so that was good, no need to wear a down jacket under the covers. Up this morning at the usual time, no alarm, thinking did I want to go to breakfast or not? Can I go to breakfast? Puttering around, getting up, shaving (in bed with the electric razor, the usual routine), getting dressed, it became obvious I'd go, felt not great, but better, easily well enough to handle a short drive and to spread my cold to an unsuspecting neighborhood.
So, back home to take a nap, this time going right to sleep, none of the earlier trouble. Good. It's been raining all morning, although I'm now seeing some sun as it approaches eleven. Take it easy, cancel out on the guitar practice tomorrow, get the head together. Cheer up. Life is better.
Later. We are stumbling forward from one nap to the next. At least they now seem to turning into naps and I'm catching up on the sleep. Nice looking day out there, but I haven't been out and most likely won't go out, there's no need to get anything to eat and I'm not hungry.
I had their single pork chop this morning for breakfast, ate the pork chop using the dry toast to make it into a sandwich, did the same for the eggs with the remaining toast, skipped the potatoes altogether, drank little of the large cup of coffee and wondered why my stomach was telling me it was upset. Well, you do have a cold.
Evening. The evening is going less well. I suspect I won't stay up to watch Elimentary at ten. I suspect I won't stay up much after seven. At least, if this thing is going to last, it hasn't decided to go over the top and scare all the little kids on the block. We'll see how we handle breakfast tomorrow.