There isn't anything I hate more than being sick, except possibly customers who stomp in yelling WARE'S UR NONFICTION SECTION! before spitting up down their fronts and passing out into the sale cart.
Happily I'm generally healthy as a plow horse.
But there's one guilty pleasure to be extracted even from a fever.
With enough blankets you can find a point of perfect equilibrium, where your body is shivering but your brain can tell you're warm.
If you keep your balance you can coast along on its strange frictionless verge for a good ways before tipping and sliding down into the sauna again.
Ok, it's a slim straw to cling to, but I'm working on being a 'glass half full' kind of guy!
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