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only that, but I was shivering like a polar bear without his pajamas. I knew something was wrong but to put my finger on it was just too early in the morning for me. I like starting my days slowly. At my age just getting up is quite an accomplishment.
• I felt my forehead to see if I had a fever. I found my forehead easily enough, just above my eyes, but I can never tell if I am hot, cold or lukewarm.
• The condition progressed to such a degree I had to swallow my pride and inquiry of the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. She can look at me and tell me if I am sick or not. Usually, I'm sick.
• So I approached her and said, "Am I sick or what?"
• Quick as a wink she said, "Off the top of my head I would say you are 'or what.'"
• And this was just the beginning of my day.
• Then my wife looked at me and said, "Why do you ask?"
• So I explained to her about the feeling I had that something was missing and on top of that, I could not stop shivering. She felt my forehead to see if I had a fever, and I did not. When she turned her back on me, I was tempted to stick out my tongue and say "AHH."
• "Well," she said, "you're not sick and I don't understand how you could be cold."
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