Not feeling great.
No fever. No cough. No shortness of breath. That’s all the good news. The bad news is that . . . I don’t feel great. I’m tired, and I have aches, the sick kind.
It could be just allergies. Those have been bad lately. It could just be fatigue from a long, stressful couple weeks. It could even be a cold or the flu. It could be any of those things. It could also be corona.
Odds of the latter seem low right now, but still, given everything going on, it was stressful to realize that the headache and overall tired achiness I’d felt earlier in the day hadn’t gone away by the time Liz and were home from walking the dogs, and they had in fact, worsened slightly.
So, here I am in bed, hoping that all I need is a good night’s sleep.
Wish me that.