Drove out of town for lunch with friends to a place that I've been wanting to visit for years. It's been in business since 1929, first as a dance hall, then as a restaurant since the 1980s.
We got to Po Po's and I started to feel ill. I soon had no appetite, even for the burger that I had been craving for awhile.
When I got home, I discovered I was running a fever. Took some aspirin and have been sleeping off and on ever since.