I lack list.
I’m still sort of listless.
It dawned on me the other day that listless is one of those words like ruthless and a few others. Today, anyhow, you can be ruthless, but you can’t have ruth. You can be listless but you can’t have list.
Although I don’t have much energy, at least my temperature is now back down to 97.2, actually a little lower than my normal, lizard-like 97.4.