I've been as sick as a poisoned dog for ten days, and counting. For ten days, I've had almost no solid food, or hardly any food at all. Much of this time, I just wanted to sleep, but even that proved illusive, thanks to a mild yet nagging headache, or a simple desire for orange or cranberry juice. Although I had these in the fridge, just to get to them would require half a day or more, such tremedous effort was required. Suck it up and weather the storm has always been my motto, and it certainly looks like I'm coming out of this. Just a few hours earlier, I couldn't even compose this message to you all. I must eat more heartily soon, to regain my strength.