Now I'm Staggering Around the House, but Not in Tighty Whities

I think I can officially announce that I am feeling downright dreadful now. Last night the chills started, then later I started running what must have been a pretty high fever, because I was absolutely burning up. Today I have the horrible, wracking cough and the general nasty feeling that comes with a bad cold or flu. When I talk I alternate between sounding like Demi Moore and like an old, worn out hobo known only as "Gravel."

Thankfully, Carl is very sweet to me and never seems bothered by my probably irritating requests to turn off the heat, turn the heat back on, turn the heat down a bit, let the cat back in, get me some water, et cetera, et cetera. It's at times like this that I know, without a doubt, that I married a good man.