Just checked with a friend. It's apparently Friday. I've been sick since last Saturday.

I appear to be on the downhill side, but this illness is not going gentle into that good night. Temps are currently not at the 102°F level that worried spouseling and me both, but they're refusing to drop to normal levels.

Lots of coughing.
Lots of sleeping.

Have the suspicion that I have been kicked in the head in the past week.

The fever dreams are spectacular. Yesterday's alone were impressive. Once I woke up trying to sing along with a Willie Nelson song. Early this morning, I woke up from a dream that can only be described as a fever-riddled rehash of all the 'House, M.D.' episodes I'd watched earlier in the evening.

Back soon.
Right after my nap.
Really.
Honest!