Still just fucking unwell. I've made an appointment with the quack for tomorrow. My Jeremiah-ish registered nurse sister thinks I've got pneumonia for sure.
There were contractors abseiling down the building this morning checking out the crumble of the concrete. R Next Door was paranoid abut them seeing her naked. I was up and dressed, myself, before they started whizzing. Scary stuff. I guess it beats office dronehood,though, if heights don't give you The Fear.