I'm not the only victim here ...

the magical malarial moments continue ... though they seem to be on some cranky 48 hour cycle. So technically today is a good day even though I have come home from work early. I just feel exhausted today. Yesterday there was sweating and rigors which is Latin for shivering fits and lots of sleeping in front of the television. I also managed to throw up on a library book without aiming. Unfortunately it is a rather rare one. The same poor book was in my hand when a rigors attack snuck up on me and I could no longer hold it so I dropped it in such a way that one side of the cover came away from the spine. I will have a lot of explaining to do when I take its sorry self back to the library... I may never be allowed to take a book out again.
Being sick is about the only time that living on one's own is maybe not advisable, but I guess looking deathly pale, and having sweated out a few kilos there's not much hope of doing anything about that for the time being!