Dream with Our Eyes Open

I came back from Katsucon about 3:00pm on Sunday, and by midnight (despite a nap) felt wretched and was going through Kleenex like I had most of my savings sunk into their stock. There followed low-grade fever (100-101°F) and really nasty aching muscles that made it torture to go up and down the stairs - it felt like I was carrying a 40-lb. pack. Now I'm just tired and still sniffling a bit. But the Young Lady has it now, too. Interestingly, she has a higher fever (which is typical of children - but she's not much of a child at this point ...) and hardly any aches.

Feh.