The Incorrigible Night Owl

I’m freaking sick.
The nexus of the illness is debatable but my theory points in the direction of my sainted mother, who began experiencing chills and feverish symptoms last Thursday, the day they left here to drive home. JZ was next to fall, followed closely by myself and Robert. As of this writing, Madalyn has yet to get sick (knock wood).
As is the normal any more, I am cycling through symptoms one or two at a time. Near as I can figure, this has something to do with getting old. Suddenly, in the past few years, I never get a full-fledged cold. I will have, say, sinus stuffiness for a day or two, then move on to a cough. This time I started with a slight fever and chills yesterday. Those were gone by this morning and I am now developing a swell sore throat in place of them. I am having trouble deciding which is worse – having all the symptoms at once (at least you get it over with) or having them one or two at a time and not feeling as badly (but prolonging the experience). Seems like a toss-up to me.