You know, being sick is no fun. I’m aware that this statement doesn’t really qualify as a stunning newsflash, but sometimes the simple truths bear repeating.

I fell ill Wednesday afternoon, was almost useless Thursday, was totally zombied Friday, was barely mobile Saturday and once again ambulatory on Sunday.

Which isn’t the same as saying that I’m all better, mind you. I’m still hacking up a lung every once in a while, and I’d really rather be asleep in bed right now. But I have a job to do, and by golly I want to do it. Being sick is no fun, after all.