In the middle of the night last night I was shivering so badly I woke myself up. I'm surprised it wasn't shaking the house.
Dozed under an electric blanket all morning, mostly, and into the afternoon until the end of Ellen before heading down the hall to the office. Alternating chills and sweats and sore all over. This is indeed the stuff that Bobbi brought home from work; lord only knows how I dodged it so long.
Feeling a little better right now, but still sore and not entirely convinced the fever's not ready for an encore performance.
Didn't walk today, obviously. Feel like a slacker. Yesterday was Day Nine, hopefully tomorrow will be Day One again.