kriston took good care of me last night by making me ice compresses and, uh, ordering a pizza and hanging out and watching tv while i wrapped myself in sweats and comforters and shivered on the couch. he felt my forehead at one point and recoiled, deciding i'd given myself a fever. so i went to bed early, feeling woozy and, i'm not going to lie, pretty terrible. but i slept well...until the power in the flophouse went out in the middle of the night, shutting off the air conditioning and turning the whole house into a humid hellhole. so i'm back at work this morning, though it might have been more advisable to take it easy at home. but i'm going to go wherever the air conditioning is. i feel a lot better, though, so no worries, it seems the harrowing chronicles of the 24 hours catherine may have had mild heat
stroke exhaustion are drawing to a close. phew!