It must be time for my annual bout with... whatever it is I seem to get afflicted with. Headache, fever, sore throat, achy joints... blech.
I don't even feel like sitting on the porch with a book. Of course, it's like 39 and icky out there, but I wouldn't feel like it even if it was sunny, calm, and a balmy 75 degrees. I'm going to take a long, hot bath, then climb into bed and draft a cat into performing heating pad duty.