So I figured with Flar working out of town today I'd be dooming the dogs to a whole day pinned up if I didn't get up. Woke up with 99.5; it had dropped to 99.0 by the time I'd walked the dogs and read my email and caught up on Live Journal. So I figured, stay out of bed, just be low energy today. Now it's up to 100.0 and I'm thinking nap is good.
My chest is a little sore, but I don't *feel* infection anywhere in my body. Not even achy joints that usually go with fever.
I finished Kiss of Shadows (a reread) and Caress of Twilight yesterday. Back to reading The First Man in Rome today -- much more conducive to napping, really.
Gonna bring a finger craft project to bed for when I'm restless and can't read.
I hate being sick. Especially the kind that seems like I should just ignore. Except when I do, it appears to be worse.