Just in time for the long weekend (not that weekends, per se, really figure into my schedule), I woke up with a case of the cruds.
Doesn't seem to be a case of swamp fever, transmitted by them pesky skeeterbugs of a few nights ago, nor yet plague from Wednesday morning's murine menace.
For one thing, I don't have a fever. Actually, I have more of a negafever, with my body temperature remaining obstinately at its nighttime setting. This typically happens if I'm awakened from deep sleep by some loud noise, such as an alarm clock or telephone, but every few years I'll have one of these episodes of my thermostat sticking and just not going into day mode.
And so I'm shambling around, zombie-like, with a mild case of hypothermia, resulting in dizziness if I move incautiously, plus an unhappy stomach and whatnot. Oh, and seriously impaired judgment, though not impaired enough for me to try driving in this condition.
On top of which, my freezer is devoid of Bird's Eye Frozen Braaaaains.