Normally I wouldn't groan because I prefer the heat to the cold. But today is day three of me having some bug (thank the Baby Jesus it's not what Dave has!) and I feel terrible. The heat is not helping things.
I'm nearing the end of my fourth 1.5L bottle of water and that's not putting much of a dent in things either. I can feel myself dehydrating as I sit here typing.
Oh for my bed, some more drugs (what's with that six hour thing anyway I'd like to know) and serious air-conditioning.
But I won't complain - I could live where it sleets.
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