Oh Crud

It's the Crud, con or otherwise. It has been a rather benign crud, except for the fever that made me feel cold all the time and the headache that did not respond to medication. It knocked me down well enough that I was able to sleep about 20 hours of the last day, so at least I didn't notice it so much. Other than that, it was rather like being drunk. Interesting dreams, too. (Although driving the 69 Rambler American into the wet cement was rather unpleasant.)

I'm cheerful, though, if not chipper. The Muse is still with me. For the two fans of my stories, I'm still in the middle of the next chapter of Hilltown. I will get back to it as soon as I can see straight enough to hold pen to paper. :D