Sick of Being Sick

So I’ve been sick now with the Trans-Pacific Plague now for two and a half weeks, and I’m tired out.   While the Plague was at its height, I barely slept: I would start to cough about 1:30am and would then cough nonstop till around 5am, the sort of thing that can pretty well ruin a fellow’s sleep.  The coughing has abated, but I’m still unable to focus well enough to work, or to do much of anything else.

I hope those of you celebrating Thanksgiving have a lovely day with food and friends.  (I’ll be at home wrapped in blankets, maybe with a hot toddy if I’m lucky.)

While we wait for the last of the virii to be stamped out, please enjoy this picture of a baby lionfish I found on the Depth Charge Wreck.