How the empty-head works

Moving on from feeling well

I took ill last night

and slipped into the doldrums.

A tickling sensation from

the back of my throat

was the start of it all and I lit out

to the medicine cabinet

to swallow a few aspirin

before going to bed.

In the morning, the Sun

was in the process of exploding

some six billion years before expectation.

Even so, I felt a sense of relief.

I was no longer alone in my misery.

My fever spiked to nearly

ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit,

causing me to wait for the Kelvin report

which I understood as being somewhat cooler.

And in the end, I was right.  It is.