Somewhere between the early morning of Saturday and mid-day, I became convinced that I was sick. Sinus drainage, horrible sore throat and congested chest. Followed by fever. I went down for the count Saturday and all day Easter Sunday as well. I am feeling better today, but I did take time off work to recuperate. I should be back tomorrow.
This put a end to most everything this weekend. Almost no reading. I didn't even feel like reading for pleasure. No writing. Mostly did medicine, fluids and sleeping. I truly hate being sick. Last year, I had a couple long bouts that I like to never got over. I'm hopeful this one is behind me.