Almost edging towards better.

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To bed, again, nearly directly, at 0:30.  Then awake at 7:30.  Just long enough to handle the ducks.  A very fast effort in brutal cold, given the fever.  Though at 12° F, It has started to count.  I used to be able to handle -20° F, now 20° F is closer to the limit.  Not always, though the fever makes it much worse.  Pain everywhere, doesn't help.

Everything has a tint of feverishness,  it is in the eyes, various pains, burning lungs, no way out.  Extra sleep isn't helping.  I woke two hours after going back to sleep.  I still hurt.  Actually I am a bit more rested, if all pains are equally troubling.  Tea is all I can drink, if not well.  I have given up on food for now.

I am taking medicine and feeding the critters.  It's rough, a challenge.  Oh, and perpetual bloody noses.  Every time I finish one I wake to another.  I keep groups of Kleenex at the ready, enough to stop and reset an half dozen bloody noses if need be.

I haven't been this sick in a long time.  At least no fevered dreams for the moment.

I thought I might wake for a while, but I don't think so.  I can't believe how heavily I am falling.  I simply can't wake.  A prayer would always be welcome.  Later.