Happy Birthday from the creeping crud

Ugh. I seem to be repeating last year's pattern. Once again I am sick on my birthday. Last night I was so cold all night despite a warm husband, a microwave heating thing, a warm cat, and our big down comforter.  Except for when I was too hot. This morning my temperature was 99.48F.
But I was a slacker at work yesterday, so I had to come in this morning to prep a few things. I'm hoping that either the acetaminophen I took will drop my fever or I'll be able to go home by lunchtime.

So much for dinner out.