This needs to be a lyric: "Life's a bore when you are sore." I was going to use that as this entry's title, but I'm not sore, just still sniffly and loopy and feeling like my brain is actually larger than my head. Amazingly, I'm better than I was earlier today. Felt good enough to do about half of my dishes, plus three loads of laundry, including my bedsheets.
Turns out at last two other people in my building have been sick, so that may be where I got it. PLAGUE HOUSE!
Okay, finish the wash, have more tea, have some cold meds, then sleep. Sounds like a plan.