The ceiling was quite boring. I know, I know; it's a revolutionary observation that requires so ti to digest, so let stress this again. The ceiling was really, really boring. Unfortunately, I had little choice but to stare at it all morning, as I was so too out of it to do anything productive, yet not out of it enough to knock out and let have a nap. It was the worst of both worlds.
My experintal breakthrough last afternoon resulted in a predictable fever, so after suffering through the night, I called in sick and have been in my bed ever since then. I wasn't exactly dying, just tired, lethargic, and generally grouchy from the headache. Though again, as much of a pain in the neck this was, considering how hectic my daily life's been recently, maybe getting so rest wasn't such a terrible thing after all.
And just like that, I would've probably spent the rest of the day staring at my unusually boring ceiling, if not for a sudden guitar solo jolting out of my feverish stupor. I sat up at once, which was the easy part, but it took an embarrassingly long ti to drag myself over to my PC desk and pick up my phone.
"Hi, Chief," I was greeted from the other side, and I reflexively mumbled sothing resembling a greeting of my own. "… I wanted to ask how you're feeling, but I can more or less tell from your voice."
"It's not that bad," I told Judy as I made my way back to the bed. "At most, it's the third-worst headache I've ever had. No biggie."
"Fever?"
"Thirty-eight-ish," I muttered as I slipped back under the blanket.
"That's not that bad. Get plenty of rest, and take lots of fluids."
"Yes, yes. As usual," I told her, and my words were followed by a long beat of silence. "Are you still there?"
"Yes, I was just talking with Elly," my dearest assistant replied in a hurry. "She's going to go over to your place to look after you."
"I don't think I need much looking after, but tell her she's welco to co over to hang out anyway."
"Roger. Don't forget to eat. There should be so leftovers in the fridge from yesterday."
"I know, I already had breakfast."
There was another long beat at this point, followed by, "Chief, it's almost two in the afternoon. Don't tell you didn't have lunch."
"Wait, it's that late already?" I removed the phone from my ear to check the ti, and then told her, "Well, damn. I sohow lost track of ti. I guess I'll go and grab sothing then."
"You do that. The lesson's starting soon, so I have to put it down. Rest well and xoxo."
"People normally don't say 'xoxo' out loud in conversation," I pointed out, but when I didn't get any response, I exhaled a sigh and added, "I xoxo you too."
There was a delighted murmur on the other end of the line, which I took as my cue to end the call and force myself out of bed again. I was a little sweaty, so I took a quick shower before I made my way downstairs to the pleasantly balmy living room. It was less than a pit-stop on my odyssey towards the kitchen, and after taking stock of the fridge, I grudgingly resolved myself to throw together a few grilled cheese sandwiches, as I already finished the leftovers in the morning.
I don't want to brag or anything, but I was actually pretty good at making them, though it had more to do with practice and the fact that it was an easy dish than any culinary talent. Still, I could more or less go through the steps on autopilot, which allowed to think. Not that I haven't done enough of that since last night, but considering how hard it was to herd my stray thoughts due to my fever, it could never hurt to summarize things.
So, what have I learned from the last experint? Honestly, more than I expected, less than I hoped. My mug was on display on the kitchen countertop, and it still said 'I
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