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Got up, made plans, went back to bed. Got up again - it was evening. Sat like a lump and watched Arn, Opi, and (blessed) Elizabeta cart things into the house from the trailer. Got a clue and took my temperature - low fever. Wonder if that means that the antibiotic isn't working? I still feel awful. Went back to bed.

Now I'm awake, feeling awful and guilty... haven't done a danged thing beyond about 7 loads of laundry and ordering delivery food for the workers.

gah.