Still feel like butt; starting to think tomorrow might not happen, which is not what I want. I have one sick day left and I want to use it on purpose, not because I’m sick, dangit.  (Also, that would be two Mondays in a row, which– not that it’s really going to matter much– might look suspicious.)

On the plus side, if I ever get to the point where I want to write words again, I have at least one good book review coming for you and maybe two if my freaking Kindle ever charges.   Stupid ebooks.