Yesterday I thought it would be a good idea to go back to work. As soon as I got into my car I realized that “good idea” actually meant “terrible idea.” But I went in, by golly, because I wanted to be well! As soon as I got there I wrote on the schedule that I’d be running away ASAP. It helped that all my friends in Cinnabar were like “why are you here spreading your germs? leave!” So I left at like 11:30. So much for being well. At least I worked for a couple hours.

Then yesterday afternoon I thought to check my temperature and it turns out I had a fever, making me contagious. Sorry about that. I’d advise people not to touch anything in my cubicle for awhile.

So these last couple days I’ve taken some nice, long, hot baths. Why? Because if I stay in until the water is a frigid 85 degrees or so, I can lower my fever mechanically. Also, the hot water at first calms my aching muscles. Also, I just like bubble baths. I was crashing together plate boundaries of bubbles and making magical bubble mountains that were quickly destroyed by a whole lot of coastal erosion. Bubble baths were actually invented for nerds.

You might be wondering why I am posting at 3am. Well, it’s because my fever came back (now a nice, round 100 degrees!) and for some reason I don’t quite understand, I’m wide awake. I find that if I can’t work because of plague, it’s better not to fight the insomnia. Instead, I’m just going to try and deal with it. I will try to rest some more when the ibuprofen starts doing its work.

I was hoping to help out with a church event and to get some other things accomplished this Easter weekend. Pray that my fever breaks before Saturday! I also have a root canal Monday, and it will have to be postponed if the fever continues. Ugh. Maybe I should just postpone it anyway. I’m going to call and let them know about my plague.