Jake, generous soul that he is, gave me his dire illness after all... I had hoped I had escaped it, but woke this morning to a distinctly sore throat. By this evening, I had the run-over feeling by the bucketful. I dread tomorrow. I have dutifully been drinking fluids like crazy (more than 2 gallons of just ice water, plus teas and juice) and have a big pot of bean soup to eat from over the next few days. May be scarce while recovering. Crossing everything that Guppy doesn't get this.
(Catie, I am so glad you didn't come over and catch this...)