Friday seemed pretty much the same as Wednesday and Thursday. I can't tell if I'm feeling better or just growing accustomed to a particular level of misery. Still taking lots of naps, still losing track of time, still quite fuzz-brained. Go to sleep, wake up, read a bit, wander aimlessly for a while, look in the refrigerator and cupboards and find nothing that appeals to me, go back to sleep. Aches, soreness, discomfort, all seem about the same. Swallowing might be slightly less painful, but my Eustachian tubes sting a bit more. Sneezing a bit more again, too, but maybe coughing less. I keep craving drinks I don't have and sometimes can't even imagine, so I settle for water. A pice of waermelon would be nice. Or casaba. Both out of season. Being sick is weird. I don't like it.