At home, feeling a little better. I did have a bit of a relapse (that word always makes me think of Nero Wolfe , who had "relapses" when he didn't want to work and spent the time in the kitchen roasting a whole baby goat or something). Almost passed out in the bank. Not cool.

I felt some better after getting home and drinking down one of those "single serving" bottles of Quik chocolate milk. I think that stuff may be the universal panacea. (I've had friends who swore by it for hangovers, it's worked on tension headaches for me).

Decided to call with my regrets for the "Tudor England" party tonight - my stomach is still nixing the idea of most solid food and I'm so tired/achy I wouldn't be much of an asset to the party.

Am progressing on the Latvian sock. I hope to finish the first one tonight and maybe start the second. But I'm having a hard time finding a way to sit that my back doesn't kill me. It seems that the major aftereffect of this virus is terrible muscle aches.