I thought I was lucky, getting only a mild case of flu and missing out on the misery Steve and AKMA and Halley and Loren and others have endured. I found out this morning that what I had this weekend was nothing more than a precursor for the real thing.
I’ve spent the day alternating between sleep and some over-due reading, too much of the former, not enough of the latter. I’d like to catch up on the reading (“Burning the Days”, “Happinesstm“, and “Austerlitz”), but I’d rather not be sick.