sick.

just coughing, and not really moving much, aside from rolling in and out of bed to the purple chair. shower helped, but I’m whipped. Contrary to icon, no vomiting.

Ate some of BHK’s super homemade soup for heat and some ice cream for cool in the war-torn throat… but primarily a lot of fluids. Newt held a longtime vigil at the bed, and only left for a snack when Pye came up to cover for him. He was back moments later. I think he likes it when I’m acting as a bed-warmer all day.