The Guy has spent the last week sick. Listless, tired, achy, nauseated. Yesterday, he had a fever which finally broke. He's feeling better now.
I, on the other hand, am not.
I slept poorly last night. Night shift switch usually does that for me. But then I woke up this morning and felt like death. I was grumpy and yucky and... ugh. I started the laundry but it was all I could do. Finally, I fell on the floor with a pillow and a blanket and lounged for an hour.
I went back to bed shortly after. Four hours later, I stumbled to the couch. An hour later, I am ready for bed.
This is not going well.