...make a plan.
('What is an eleven-word statement which could turn Twilight into the local version of an atheist?')
I've spent a good part of the last two days in bed, and not for any of the fun reasons. Sick. As noted elsewhere, having cold water regularly dumped on your head can sort of turn into an occupational hazard. I'm still coughing and sniffling a bit, but active tree destruction is beginning to taper off. I'm hoping to swing back into the saddle soon.