I Say, "Doctor! Is There Nothing I Can Take?"

Fighting off some sort of bug; started feeling the tell-tale tickle in the throat yesterday, and by the time I got home it had turned into a full-on sore throat. Ended up bagging working on the theatre's monthly late-night cabaret, as it would have involved corralling the audience into a cold, drafty stairwell, which had the potential to turn me into some sort of minor "Typhoid Mary", which didn't sound at all like a good thing to do.  First one I've missed in a number of years, but I'm sure the several score of people I didn't breath on would have appreciated it.

Feeling a bit better today, thanks to 14 hours sleep, and a whole lot of Emergency & zinc.  Guess I'll take it easy today and see how things progress.  Good opportunity to get some guitar practice in, and catch up on some TV shows I haven't seen - thank  you, Internets.