At least I don't feel like I'm running a fever. Remained home from work again, and might again tomorrow, just to get over this. We'll see. Yesterday provided (in retrospect) a fascinating day of feverish viewpoints on the world, including odd dreams (some of which were that I needed to sleep and wasn't sleeping...). Chicken soup. Lots of chicken soup. And a huge baked potato for dinner. How big was that baked potato? That's what dinner was, just the potato and fixings.
So maybe today I'll feel up to putting together the Artsy Farts posting on some work; most of it not exactly recent.