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Oh, dear gods in heaven, what have I done to deserve your ire? Sir is getting better, his voice may be back to absolute normal by Saturday or Sunday, but I'm now sick. Flu, it seems, if the wracking body aches, and bone deep chills, alternated with sweating enough to leave pools on the bed are any indication. This hurts pretty awfully, I haven't felt body aches so bad since the stomach virus early last year. Of course, Sir's office party is tomorrow - I have a lovely new dress and jewelry to go with it, but unless I make a remarkable recovery overnight, I'm not going anywhere. I'm drinking enough to float the Titanic, taking zinc, and dozing frequently - the pain and chills are too much for deep sleep.

This is just the Universe's way of getting all the bad stuff in the year out of the way early. Right.