Sorry about the lack of content, still feeling ooky. Lots of words in my head, but a serious lack of willpower when it comes to getting them out my fingertips. I want to talk about guns in pockets, slings on long guns, hooks in bathrooms, and pants on monkeys... Actually, that last part might just be fever hallucinations.
I'm wearing thermal underwear under my jeans, wool socks, and both a short- and long-sleeved tee under a fleece pullover, and I'm still chilled, despite the thermostat reading 67°F in the office here. It's cozy under the covers, though, which is where I'll be again after a bowl of that famous sovereign cure, Chicken Noodle Soup.
You want to know a swell book to read when you're drifting in and out of awareness in the bed on a sick day? This Will Kill You: A Guide to the Ways in Which We Go. It lists, in loving detail, dozens of ways that we check out, describes exactly what happens during each one, and rates them for lethality, horror factor, and kills per annum. Plus it's packed with fascinating marginalia and trivial tidbits: The strange fate of Gary Hoy, and the lenient jail sentence of Issei Sagawa, for examples.
And especially why you should keep a stick handy in Guinea worm country...