I, too, have the plague. Woke, coughed, cursed, assessed physical condition…my skin has that raw, prickly feel I associate with fever, as if the top layer had sloughed off, and possibly crawled into my lungs to sit as congestion. (Yes, it’s disgusting. It feels disgusting, too.)

Well. We’ll see how James is today–still got a fever, at least, but I’m hoping he improves sufficiently by nightfall that we’re not both completely incapacitated. I slogged out to the store while I still could, got several days worth of soup and some jello cups, because if I’m sick, I want my goddamn jello! It’s the only time when I can justify jello! And some days, a lime-flavored rendered hoof cup just hits the spot.

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