… or at least Sunday. Saturday was OK, but from 3 AM to midnight on Sunday I lay on the living room couch, alternately sweating and shivering. The only time I got up that whole time was to occasionally hurl. That’s what you call a bad day. I’m up and moving and making it to work, but I’m still shaky and moving slow. Expect light blogging and everything that is not essential systems for a few days.