At least, I sure hope it’s over.

A nasty bug’s been going around the office, and I worked hard at avoiding it for as long as I could. I don’t know if I ended up with that one or something else entirely, but early Monday morning I started feeling moderately awful, escalated to fully awful by mid-afternoon. I had my wool coat on in the office, I was so cold. Yesterday morning the alarm went off and between the splitting headache and intense fever with chest congestion for extra fun, I decided to bail on work and go back to bed.

I slept until eleven, when sunlight stabbed me right through the eyelids and insisted I get the hell outta bed.

All that extra sleep screwed up my sleep schedule, though, since I just spent most of last night… awake. Wide awake. But the fever’s gone down and my head doesn’t hurt nearly as much, so back to the salt mines I go. Stuff’s gotta get done, I’ve gotta earn my keep.