Last night I was tossing and turning and staring at the alarm clock for most of the morning hours wondering why I was so cold. When it was finally time to get up I realized that I had a 101.1 fever, chills and a killer headache. Called into work told them I didn't want to make everybody sick.

Since we got a late start, I had to go shivering into the car in my sweat pants and flannel shirt and drive Suzy down to Catonsville and then back home. The drive there wasn't so bad, although I was a little spacy, but the last 10 miles back around the beltway were sheer hell, with the sun streaming directly into the windshield and the back of my eye sockets feeling like they were on fire.

Got back to the house a little after 8:00 and fell directly into bed shivering. Around 10:30 I finally crawled, head down, to the bathroom closet and found a glorious bottle of NyQuil on the top shelf. Twenty minutes later I was snoozing and my headache was going away at a fairly rapid pace. Slept most of the day away and started to regain conciousness sometime around 16:00.

Playa del Fuego ticket sales opened tonight at 21:00. Most were gone within the first ten minutes. As I write this at 22:26, tickets have been on sale for 86 minutes and only 36 of the 402 are left. This is intense.

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