Dinner was almost finished when I suddenly developed a severe headache and a sore-throat. The rest of the night was rough. I apparently had some fever while I slept, enough for my skull to feel inflamed the next morning.
I spent most of Sunday reclining and staring mindlessly straight ahead. I did revive enough to go out in the afternoon to unplug the sewer line. While I was doing that, Kathy came out and promptly fell--likely tripped by Mr. Grinch.
Monday was a repeat of Sunday, except more fever, treated with Tylenol and cool showers. Kathy was limping and sore from her fall.
Today, I feel a little better. I may make it after all.
