The fever doesn't seem to quite go away. I feel much better - almost phenomenally so compared to when I was lying in bed flaming with a 102 F temperature. But I still cough when I talk, and my temperature still goes up a degree or two every evening.
The Guy is much better, and my bosses have been kind, so I'm sitting at home and recovering and working the little I can until the weakness comes on.
The Guy is here, for a spell. And I wish I could keep him at home a long, long time. I will hate him going away again, after having him all to myself for these days.
But I have more than a week before he leaves, and I'm going to savour that.