Applesauce is good. And I had a slice of bread and a piece of summer sausage (the one I used to flag down the 27 North bus with).
The fever broke or something. I'm not feeling all achy anymore, just with the coughing. I sound like I'm about to die, according to innocent bystanders. I don't feel like I'm about to die, mostly because I can breathe without my lungs crackling.
Today (well, Monday) I did dishes, moderated what could have been a flamewar and resolved the critical miscommunication on both sides (fairly well), rebooted the computer, retrieved the Little Fayoumis from school, vacuumed (with his help), fed him, read with him, went to bed. This morning so far, I have rebooted the computer, fed the mini-panthers so they'd stop whining, and engaged in a rousing discussion of biological vs. chemical terrorism, climate, and sleep-dep.
