I hate the flu. Tuesday night knocked my down bad; so awful was the pain that I didn't catch a wink of sleep. You know something's wrong when you turn on the light to go take a hot shower, and find it an effort to make both eyes track to the same object. Last night, I at least got a little sleep, although it was of the light, nightmare-ridden variety, from which one wakes every 5 minutes, or so it seemed. The best relief comes during hot showers. I've probably taken around dozen in the last 36 hours. Maybe more, maybe less. I've lost count.

I'm starting to chill again. That means it's time to go get back under the blankets, take a nice cool sip of water, and hope it passes over before much longer. Peace.