Not good

It reads 100.5 this morning (when, traditionally, your temperature is supposed to be low), so we're off to Dr. DeStefano later when he gets in. It'll probably turn out to be a virus, which they have nothing for, so it'll be "Go home and go back to bed", as if I couldn't have figured that out by myself and saved fifty bucks in co-pay...
Rico says that he was wrong, as usual, and got a full suite of pills (no shot this time) to kill what's ailing him.