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I am not so in tune with my body. Not one of those people who really pays attention to the old machinery and completely understands its patterns and schedules and reactions. Half the time, I don't even notice little warning signs before they become not little warning signs at all but giant DANGER DANGER THE END IS RIGHT HERE signs instead. I'm a bit more aware now that I'm watching what I eat and watching my body change over time as it gets thinner, but even now, I'm just not all that interested in the quotidian details of my own health, which is of course a luxury that only the extraordinarily healthy enjoy.

And which also is why I woke up this morning feeling draggy, ran errands and got gas and came home to take a short nap before heading out again to moonlight a computer setup, came home and took aspirin for a slow-growing headache and ate a bowl of chili that made me much snifflier than usual even though I didn't put more than the usual amount of hot sauce in. And with all this evidence at hand, it still wasn't until I was making tea trying to decide whether to lean over my steaming mug because on the one hand being anything but strictly upright made my brains leak out from behind my eyeballs, but on the other the steam eased the pressure on my skull a bit, anyway, it wasn't until then that it occurred to me that I might have picked up a cold from somewhere.

Oops. I'm thinking maybe I should start paying closer attention.