So the lovely lass was down with a nasty and persistent cold week before last. I managed to be in her presence the entire time without catching nary sniffle.
Last night however, at the aches and pains of 8 hours of cleaning the old house (I moved BTW) had faded into an ibuprofen supported stupor I realized a small little detail.
My throat hurt.
Within the hour it had developed into fever, joint ache, occasional nagging cough, BIG sore throat, and a headache ibuprofen wouldn't touch.
I had the plague!
So instead of doing our weekly gaming, which had been on hold for the duration of the move, I am awake far earlier the I would like and sitting here feeling my eyes dry out from the harsh light of the wicked day star.
Going back to bed now...