Stacking a combo of four asprin, two Tylenol Cold and a capful of The Big Fuckin' Q is apparently the cure for what ails ya; I slept deeply and well until my alarm went off this morning, and awoke with the worst of my symptoms gone. I still have a little sniffling and sneezing, but the worst of the cough and the sore throat are gone. I almost feel like my old self again. If only I hadn't lost two days of productivity, one of which was my freakin' day off, to being ill, I'd be riding in fine style. As it is, almost none of the stuff I'd planned on doing Monday got done, and I'm not anticipating having another significant block of free time until Sunday. Oh well. If I can parcel apartment cleaning and a second load of laundry out over tonight and whatever (if any) unallocated hours I can find tomorrow night, that's the worst of it. The rest of it can be knocked out in short order to leave me plenty of time for other people and other things.