One #$%& Thing After Another
There's nothing quite so tedious as reading about -- or worse: listening to -- the details of somebody else's illnesses. On the other hand, there's nothing quite so fascinating as one's own. So the following is of absorbing interest to me. You, however, will likely find it quite stunningly boring.
When I started this post about eight hours ago I really was going to go into detail. Loving detail might be overstating the case. But, certainly, detail. Now, after a baker's dozen interruptions and assorted errands of varying consequentiality, even I have lost interest.
So, the short version:
-touch of food poisoning;
-flare up of diverticulitis;
-cold: sore throat, sinusitis, etc.
-flare up of diverticulitis II
. . . .successively over a period of about 5 weeks.
And that's why you have read nothing here since February 11th and not much prior to that.
I hope to do better in the future. But then I always do, don't I.