Since I've shared thus far, I may as well continue the sickness diary. Sunday was better than Saturday, thank goodness, but it was still a long night. My condition improved on Monday, and maybe tonight I'll move back into the bedroom. I slept a total of seven hours this morning, about equal to Friday and Saturday combined. My eyes are back to normal. I'm still coughing, but it's almost under control now as long as I don't breathe deeply. Maybe I won't look like the guy in the Theraflu commercial on Thanksgiving.
For the past couple days I've been reading Bill Bryson's A Walk In The Woods about his experience hiking the Appalachian Trail. As much as I would like to fancy myself being a backpacker someday (after the bike tour, I've been looking for something to do), there is just no way. Bryson also talks about English hiking, and that would be more my speed -- walk all day, stay at a nice inn, then walk back the next day. Sleeping in mouse-infested shelters just doesn't appeal to me. I'll settle for the vicarious adventure in this case. It's a great book with Bryson's usual blend of fact, commentary and humor.