The flu side-track continues.
Last night I woke with such a chill that I was sure the neighbours were going to complain about the sound of my teeth chattering. I grabbed the warmest clothes I could, which ridiculously, were my winter riding tights and jersey. I plugged in the heating pad, grabbed a duvet, and tried to get warm. It took almost 15 minutes to stop shivering. I got hypothermic this past spring after an ill-advised bike race in the rain, and this was almost as bad.
Then two hours later I was sweating like a pig. Between the blankets, pyjamas, bike clothes and sheets, I filled the washing machine in my sleep.
At least I was able to do the laundry by myself.