Oh, What Fresh Hell Is This?
No sooner did I post yesterday than the slight tickle in my chest turned to body aches and overwhelming malaise. By evening, my fever was nearly 105°F. I spent the night tossing and turning, waking every half hour to drink water and wander the house in near-delirium.
I'm maxed out on ibuprofen for a few hours. As I write this, I hear the Wing drone hovering over my backyard, delivering a bottle of rapid release Tylenol. I still think it's cool that I can tap my phone a few times and have something flown to me within ten minutes.
My hope is that this passes before Friday. The trip to San Francisco was not cheap, and of course I didn't pay extra for the insurance. The idea of dealing with airports, Ubers, and hotels sounds horrible right now, but I know I'll feel different when I recover.
I'll spend the day sitting here in front of these screens, occasionally moving my mouse to keep Teams active. I have Genichiro Takahashi's Sayonara, Gangsters here next to me, but I don't know if I'm in a postmodern mood.
I just have that restless feeling. Everything hurts and I want to feel better.