I've been fighting the "gunge" for several days now.  Today I gave up and have spent the entire day in bed.  Can't say I'm any the better for it.  Just when I think it might be breaking up, I go into a new phase.  Being sick is no fun.

The good part is that Jim is now getting out of bed at 6 a.m. to let the guard out.  And he's been making breakfast for our guest, a visiting professor from a nearby seminary.  And he's running the household and doing an admirable job, I might add.

But all things considered, I opt for good health.  Maybe tomorrow I'll truly begin to crawl out of this.  One can wish.