Aw, man. I was already in bed, lights out, with noise going on YouTube to put me to sleep. Then I remembered I didn't blog. I almost shrugged it off, but I can offer up something quick.
I thought my plans were derailed first thing, when I woke up with a sore throat. I tried to convince myself that I'd just rolled onto my back in my sleep and breathed through my mouth or something. I gave myself time to have a coffee and cinnamon roll, thinking it would calm my throat so I could help out a friend. They needed help doing a major clean out of their house, and it's to the point where my set of skills would be clutch. I went ahead and drove over, gloved up and wore a mask for dust, and got to work. I think I made a dent. I didn't quite make it two hours, and then came home.
I could have pretended that the sore throat was still just environmental, like irritated by dust. But once I was shivering under a blanket and sleeping so hard that it felt like I had been out for hours when it was more like 20 minutes (between barking fits from the dogs), I admitted it was probably more. I keep trying to look at the back of my mouth and it doesn't look swollen or red. But it feels like I swallowed broken glass. Dunno whether it will be more tomorrow.
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