Still ill, yes. I was feeling better, then a lot worse, and now... that kind of inbetween stage where I think it could go either way. This is as close to good as I've felt for about 24 hours, though. So I'm taking advantage of it with a bit of writing.
Food was not a good idea, by the way.
They say we should have snow on Monday into Tuesday... which is when Russ will be driving home from Omaha, of course. And he forgot to take his coat, poor guy. It's going to be miserable, especially if he has to dig the car out of a snow drift.
You know, I seem to be thinking almost in coherent thoughts. This might be good.