My Head = Dense Repository of Moist Cotton Wool

I think it's odd that I've never before realized that all the traditional flu remedies (chicken soup, hot bath, bed rest) involve a sense of warmth and envelopment that is terribly unappealing during 30 degree summer weather.

So I just have to sit here and sweat and feel icky.

(Although a supper of toasted cheese and Catherine's homemade chicken soup was nice, despite the heat.)