Summer chills without the thrills
I crawled into bed last night at the hotel in Minneapolis, shaking all over with chills. I was so cold I got up and put on a big plush bathrobe to sleep in. It’s amazing I spend most of my sleeping time trying to be cool because my body is an inferno – I sleep nude, I put the a/c on 75 degrees, and I never seem to be cool enough and here I am shivering like a leaf on a tree.
This morning I woke and felt like I needed sustenance so I went down the restaurant and ordered eggs with brocolini and a glass of vinegar. I’m determined to kill this virus at least before I get home so I don’t reinfect the household again with this unpleasant bug.
In the meantime, T said it just quit raining in New Orleans and here it is a mere 67 degrees and dry. T is off to bring her mom to the airport for her long journey home and I’m waiting for my own journey home tomorrow.