There’s something wrong with feeling this crummy when it’s this gorgeous out. Went home early from work yesterday because I was clearly coming down with something, slept over 11 hours, felt a bit better when I got up but realized I was too uncomfortable and groggy to be useful at work (or terribly safe driving in, and the T didn’t feel like an option) and went back to bed. Have been dozing on and off most of the day. Sleep helps a lot.
At least the awful nose-and-sinus pressure and sense of having my skull filled with soggy cotton seems to have completely replaced the cough I hadn’t quite gotten over yet since the last time I was sick. (Last night I had them both at once.)