I have been sick. I caught the dreaded influenza. It was terrible. Then I developed bronchitis. That means lots of coughing. I have felt like, and no doubt acted like, a beast. See that Venetian beast up there? With the furrowed brow, downturned mouth, and prickly things coming out of its head? C'est moi.
I'm still not well, but I am on the upswing. If I can get my coughing under control (new meds today to help with that, I hope), I'll start making my way back into the world tomorrow. Sans prickly things, I hope.