Yep, yep, yep. I am still in bed. A mere 19 hours and counting. The situation is as it was yesterday evening, rounded off by a good 14 hours of sleep. I apparently had one or two dreams about cooking fried eggs on my forehead and/or legs. Though my brain and my thermometer told me that I was not hot enough for that game. Unfortunate.
The plan for the rest of my day is riveting. Except, it is the absolute opposite to riveting.
I just have to ride it out.