I’m still sick; I bought a bunch of grapes on Wednesday — I remember Eric Laffoon remaring how great they looked — and in the course of the afternoon I started feeling queasy. I went to the residence, tried to eat some dinner, and then I found out I shouldn’t have done that. Cue one very feverish Thursday, an incredibly bad Friday (what with getting up at four to catch my plane) and a bed-ridden Saturday. I’m up now, I’m going to try to eat something. A spoonful of yoghurt or something.
Anyway: if people wondered where I had disappeared to on Thursday, now they know.