Progress

I spent nearly twelve hours in bed last night. I didn't sleep the whole time, but enough of it that I clearly needed it. I had a significant uptick during the night: the last three days I've been bundled up in sweats, under all the covers we have, and still shivering. That's what a 103 degree fever will do to you. Anyway, I woke up about midnight, suddenly feeling really good - still sneezy and coughy, but not sick-feeling. Also, I was suddenly hot. And aware that my sweatshirt that I'd been wearing for the last three nights was really, really sweaty. I could sense the sweat patches on my torso. I had to get it off off off right then. And I pattered into the front room to excitedly tell the wife this.

It's possible I might still have been feverish.

So yeah, we're both doing better but we're still skipping the GSP cast party. Today and tomorrow is continued convalescence.