As good news goes, it does get better than this. I'm running a slight fever.
It's not enough to warrant concern. I'd have to be a huge hypochondriac to be worried about it.
On the other hand, it explains rather neatly why I feel the way I do: fuzzy.
I've finished the dishes, done ever 'urgent' task, and now plan to relax: a lot.
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