Still sick. In fact, last night was almost a total wash, with enough coughing and general misery that I didn't really get to sleep. I just lingered in bed for several hours, then got up and did some chores around the apartment and finished some little projects on the computer. Even that didn't help me get to sleep, so I just stuck it out and moved in an unfocused trance all day.
The highest temperature I recorded, by the digital thermometer, was 36.9 Celsius. I knew from all that time spent temperature-taking during the SARS crisis last year I run around a degree (Celsius) below normal -- the only times I even reached 37 were when my temperature was taken after I'd gone walking at least a kilometer, briskly, in the midday sun, like I was a mad dog or Englishman or something.
Still, for as lousy as I felt I should at least be entitled to a fever that's as warm as the population's mean body temperature. I feel cheated in an indescribable and ridiculous way.
And I was at least in good enough shape to go in to work, which is arguably a step backwards.
Trivia: By the famous symmetry theorem of Emmy Amalie Noether, 1882-1935, every transformational invariant -- a way you can change a system without changing its dynamics -- corresponds to a conserved quantity. The invariance of mechanical systems to the phase of a quantum mechanical probability wave corresponds to the conservation of electric charge. Source: The Feynman Lectures on Physics, Richard Feynman.
Currently reading: Shakespeare's Kings: The great plays and the history of England in the Middle Ages, 1337-1485, John Julius Norwich.