September 14, 2012
Awaking ungracefully, she was c-c-cold. Shivering. Teeth chattering. She struggled to her feet, thanked whatever gods and goddesses were paying attention for the short walk to the upstairs bathroom and began trying to officially Wake Up. Shower. Brush teeth. Get dressed. At which time himself noticed how out of it she was and pushed her to work from home. It meant she didnít have to drive and could decide take a nap. She could stay put, drink tea and add or remove layers as her temperature varied. It rose from 96 degrees in the morning to normal by late afternoon.