Well, at least I recognized on Thursday that I needed to take Friday off and spend the entire weekend recuperating if I was going to be ready to go back to work on Monday. My reward for that prescience is, of course, that I get to go back to work on Monday.
I'm not sure I thought this through properly.
Anyway, a weekend of doing nothing but eating delicious chicken soup (thank you, Nicole), resting, relaxing, and reading gave me a chance to spend some quality time with Warren Ellis' Gun Machine. I'll be the first to admit that I enjoy reading almost anything Ellis writes*. He gets a lot of attention for just how twisted his imagination can be, but his craftsmanship as a writer is, if anything, more impressive. Gun Machine is lean and fast-moving and never anything approaching boring. Oh sure, it's twisted, but compared to his first novel, Crooked Little Vein? Pffft. Anyway, it's a terrific read and now I just have to twiddle my thumbs until he writes another one.
Not much else to report from the last few days. One nice thing about whatever bug it is I'm incubating: It's helping my diet. I'd rather be well, but there are worse side effects I suppose.
* Those early Excaliburs might be the only exceptions.