Fifth day in a row of utter exhaustion. I am renewed in my belief that the pig is a filthy animal and may begin to boycott pork. Except bacon. Blargh. I have no severe symptoms (no fever, slight cough, stuffy nose) but can I do so much as put away a basket of laundry without needing to lie down for the rest of the morning? Nope. I can knit, though, and read. May is better, mostly (no fever since yesterday, and cheery). A and August are still well. Very, very glad A is able to stay home and entertain the energetic August while I languish on the couch.