I love thee to the depth of my itchy ears where I am sorely tempted to stick knitting needles in them to alleviate my torture.
I love thee to the furthest reaches of my sinuses that stuff up the moment I stop moving …
… that was last week. This is this week. I got sicker. Then I got sickest. This is what I want to do to flu germs.
… going back to bed now.