We’ve both had some sort of stomach bug/virus/flu/plague since early Saturday morning.

That’s probably all you really need to hear about that.

I’m at the point where I’m pretty sure I’m not going to die, but I don’t really believe I’ll ever be the same either. I’m not at all enthusiastic about the idea of food, but at least I no longer have to skip over descriptions of food when reading. (Which means lots of skipping if you’ve decided books on Provence make good sick reading.)

Give me another day.