Appreciate the well-wishing from everyone, truly.
After hours of tumbling in my own sweat like a gas-station hot-dog, I managed to eek a few hours of solid sleep.
Woke up to incredibly soreness in my hips and lower-back, far more pronounced than the usual "old and broken" pangs.
My throat feels like a tiny cannon blasted a hole through the back of it, and reinforcements are flanking from both sides. The cough is real, arriving in unpredictable, intense waves.
Congestion is still bad. Brain fog is wild: I quite literally forgot I was making a protein shake, mid-blend.
Thankfully, April is taking amazing care. Plus, I have friends and partners who are able to take up the slack, though that overwhelms me with a guilt I'll save for a later diatribe.
Also, the inventory management, menus and maps in Starfield, are booty. Pure dog-water. Love Bethesda, respect Todd and the team. But that doesn't distort reality.
If you love the game, certainly don't let these truths yuck your yum. But also, don't kid yourself... it booty.
kthx