I went to bed at 9:00 p.m. and woke up briefly about every hour on the hour until 6:00 a.m., when I took my temperature (99), got up, and went to work. I was scheduled to do the presentation for book club, which I'd cobbled together in my much less fevered haze the afternoon before. It went over pretty well; everyone said it was well done. Then the Vice Head sent me home because I looked like "Sick" Sicky McInvalid, the sickest man in Flutown. So by 8:15 a.m. I was back home again.
I'm still sick, but at least I got one more damn responsibility I didn't ask for out of the way.
This is my new favorite song of all time for the next week or so.