Not dead yet

The weekend largely sucked immense moldy, green lemur butt. That's only to be expected though when one starts to feel the impending onset of the creeping crud about an hour before end of shift on Friday. A few hours after that, and the vexing contagion has taken firm root. Scrapped my weekend plans. I called off work on Monday.

I hate falling ill. At least I feel better.

Mostly.