Well, then—that’s the agenda for the next week determined, I guess.
Had a lousy night last night, all roiling guts and mild fever, and got out of bed this morning feeling like I’d been gargling glass (and sounding like the whitest of all Barry White impersonators). Those two lines have just confirmed my suspicions as to the cause, and have prompted the inevitable messaging to people I’ve been around over the last five days or so; thankfully it’s not a big list.
On the bright side, I already feel an order of magnitude better than I did twelve hours ago—so I’m hoping that vaccination is working its magic, and this thing’s gonna clear off fairly fast.
That said, I have a job application to finish and file by end of play Tuesday, and I’m not really in the optimal state for doing it… but ain’t no one gonna do it for me. Selah.