I haven't been sick for so long that it's taken a day and a half to occur to me that this might be something physiological other than a hangover (having had only a glass of wine each night). Took my temperature this morning. Yes, amazing - I found a thermometer! Sure enough, a bit of a fever.
Lest the title of this entry cause concern, rest assured that I broke with family tradition and have never, ever taken a dog's temperature myself. But, now, I think I realize why I rarely think to check for fevers...growing up, the mercury thermometers were reserved for canine health...and the complaint "I don't feel good, Mom." elicited the hand on the forehead, an intense gaze into the eyes to see if we were fibbing, followed by, "I don't think we have a thermometer that hasn't been up a dog's butt. Here, take three aspirin and go lie down."
La fiebre combina perfectamente con el tiempo - nublado con chubascos y un frío, que a su vez, combina perfectamente con mi humor.
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