National Poetry Month: Day 27

Again,
the chill sits in;
in the house
it feels like 67 degrees,
but the thermostat
reads 75.

What is happening to me?

I am light headed,
which means I cannot drive safely,
so today
I will stay home.

Do I have a temperature?

Since I cannot find the thermometer
the question
is rendered academic.

I yawn,
but sleep is not an option,
at least,
this early in the day.