Hot-cold-hot-cold

Yesterday evening I went to bed in a pyjama, a sweater covered by a sheet and a blanket but still freezing. Woke up at 3 in the morning, swimming in a pool of sweat. Charming, isn't it? This morning it was one of these days when I never wanted to leave my bed...ok, so that's like most mornings...but today was worse. Until I heard from the horses mouth himself that he got home 2.30 last night. Then I thought about how M must be feeling, which immediately made me feel better :) I am so worried that I won't feel up to go to Zurifäscht tomorrow, so tonight will stay in, watch a movie or two and eat icecream.