Diagnosis is in...

T has an upper respiratory infection that just needs to work itself out, and we're only to treat the symptoms. Her low grade fever continues to come and go. Of course, what has my ever-loving daughter done?

INFECTED HER MOTHER!

Yep, I spent the day suffering from a sore throat and the chills...which means I probably have a low grade fever, too. Unlike my darling daughter, though, I don't lose my appetite when sick. At least if it knew I'd lose a few pounds, it would make the whole ordeal more palatable, so to speak. But no, I think I pretty much would have to be at death's door, before I'd ever lose my appetite...or in a coma. Damn.

Anyway, I'm certain that this will exacerbate my asthma, so I'm hoping I can head that off at the pass.

That's it for now.