Like that part of the flu right the fever breaks, you start to sweat. Can't wait for it to go away, yet, you pray the worst is over.

I'm with you: The chills and night sweats seem to be abating.

"WE like our failed presidents to be Shakespearean..."

But not this way.

"A poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

Shakespeare's Macbeth.

An annual book reading contest!

Ha!