Clearly, somebody failed his Constitution saving-throw, bigtime.
102 fever. Splitting headache. Heavy, wracking coughing attacks clearing my lungs of, well, I'll spare you the graphic details. By all appearances, I seem to be on the tail end of this thing, and have been feeling much better in the last 24 hours.
Am still unclear if I am fit for work tomorrow, but I remain optimistic.
I've tried to get back to as many people as I could but if I owe you a return email/phone call and you've been wondering where I dissapeared off to, now you know. Should be back in fighting shape by midweek, if my recovery trajectory holds ... at which point the funny gets turned back on and I become my usual cheerfully cantakerous self.
Until then, amuse yourself with today's internet find: Black Market Babies!
PS: kenshi, we are definitely on for some debauchery in the city when you are in town; though I would tilt a glass of whiskey with you even in the depths of my illness, I am glad you can see me in better shape than I was last week. Email forthcoming.