I haven't left my house in 2 days. Although my sinuses are clearing up, the sickness hasn't gone. It moved down. I woke up in the night feeling like an overweight cat was sitting on my chest, a feeling I'm familiar with from much past experience - not from illness, but from my actual overweight cat who used to sneak onto me while I was sleeping.
Last night there was no cat. Just a batch of horrible gunk that I had the pleasure of couging up in the morning. Yucko.
On and off, I'm running a low fever. My "normal" body temperature is around one degree below the average of 98.6 F. When the thermometer says 98.7, that's more than one degree above my normal, therefore, fever.
So what have I been doing with my bleary, sniffly, hacking, alternating-between-sweats-and-shivers self? Watching the idiot box, of course. This week I learned that weekday daytime TV is much more interesting than weekend daytime TV. On Saturday all there was on was basically news, infomercials, and a couple of boring movies.
I watched Thirteen Days, a drama about the Cuban missile crisis of 1962. Running time: three hours. The whole first hour was a bunch of guys in grey suits and skinny ties yelling at each other: We have to send in air strikes! No, musn't! Yes, we must! Etc. Finally things got moving into the second hour. If you rent that movie, save yourself some time. Watch the first ten minutes to get the characters' names, then fastforward to 2:00:00. You won't miss anything.
I also watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, which has its charming moments, but what the heck kind of a plot arc is that? I'll tell you right now: it isn't. I lost interest shortly after they landed in Bolivia.
Coincidentally, there was a passing mention of Bolivia in the third movie of the day, which was The Score, with Robert De Niro and Edward Norton. That was the best movie of the three.
Running out of steam now. *sigh* Better go get horizontal again...
