We returned from Chicago on Thursday and by Friday afternoon I had a fever of 102. I’ve improved since then, though you really don’t get over the flu in a day or two. It generally takes a week. I can console myself in that I don’t live in a Dickens novel, where people who get caught out in a cool rain in September wake up in May wondering what happened to Christmas and all their short-term municipal bond investments. I’m a lucky fellow to live when and where I do, though I’m plenty impatient to stop the chills and hacking cough. I shall push on as best I can regardless, because I miss posting.