Plainly I jinxed myself badly yesterday posting a paean to spring. Soon after I hit "Publish," my lungs began to burn and I felt unnaturally cold.
Went home from work early, deteriorated through the day. Chest feels like someone very heavy is sitting on it, and the thermometer oscillates between 100F and 102F. The shaking sweats last night were sure pleasant. What do you want to bet it's something baroque like the Consumption, or mebbe the New-Moe-Knee.
So no Content from Neddie today. I was going to take a nice hot soak with some Epsom salts and then prop myself up in bed with a heating pad to compose some Alexandrine couplets -- but I scotched the idea when I realized that would just be going from bath to verse.