In bed with a fever in Harrisburg, PA

I saw you all at least once during my blur of fever-fog.

And I was the star!

Spinning in place like prize poultry on a late-night infomercial selling rotisseries, delirious and bordering on transcendent.

The very definition of tender!

God has a plan for him, trust me, he definitely has a plan.

Glorious! another exulted, from the back of the room.

He sure knows how to get sick, this guy.

Hush!
He’s trying to say something.

Can someone, anyone, please take my temperature? I think I’m about done.