No recurrence of last week's illness.
Apparently, what I need to do when I'm stuck on a brief is eat an enormous crepe filled with three cheeses and topped with brown sugar apples and pralined pecans, and then go sit on a hard library chair and write longhand for several hours. Wow, I was productive yesterday.
Meanwhile, the Patriots have looked appallingly flat all game but seem to be starting something early in the fourth quarter, down 17-0. Maybe. And aren't I going to get stuck watching to the bitter end, too. (Broncos; at least last year's Fumble Fairy hasn't reappeared. Yet.)
Maybe I can get a quick writeup of the first disc of Trigun in while I'm waiting.