Today was not really what I was expecting, as wechsler woke up with a fever. I suspect ye olde 24 hour flu. I am also feeling a bit under the weather (just tired, headachey, and congested), so the piles of naps we took today weren't unsurprising. W did rally enough to make it to the Matisse museum, but since he was sitting down in every other room I decided we'd best skip the Roman ruins on site and head back to the flat for some chillin'. When he finally woke up at around 6 he wasn't even energetic enough to walk the three blocks to the beach, and sadly due to some holiday (Assumption? Accession? Ascention?) all of the pharmacies are closed. I do home the paracetamol is helping with his fever, cause that's all we've got.
Thus tonight is quiet. I went out and got some roast chicken takeaway, and I really have no idea what tomorrow will hold. I'm guessing tonight I'll finish my Jo Clayton book and maybe take a shower (woo!); W does't even seem up to a board game, poor thing. And, sadly, there is no internet in the room, so I'm forced to write from the lobby of the hotel. Not ideal, really.