The lingering congestion and coughing, neither of which makes it hard to be breathe or anything, seems to be keeping me down to some degree even after three weeks. I'm sleeping a lot and the body just isn't ready to manifest what the brain wants. It's kind of annoying.
I miss being able to stay up later, have a glass of wine now and then and just generally not feel like I'm dragging ass. Flying again this weekend concerns me, though my doctor said that the way airplanes circulate air, your only significant exposure to people's cooties are from people in front and behind you. He thinks I probably got this from the thousands of nerds watching Steve Ballmer's monkey boy redux.
I'm looking forward to the weekend though, because I want to play the role of photojournalist for the baby festivities. It'll be cool to get some good use out of that portrait lens.