Dawn of third day of recuperation at home.
Bed Rest: Got night's sleep. Then gasping for air at five. Followed by diarrhea at six.
Those of you who have volunteered to recuperate with me, I advise you to skip the gasping and diarrhea. They left me feeling like a rag doll that has gone through the wash by mistake. I am left with nothing but my ability to make similies.
Even the weather in Merced sympathises with me: it is overcast and foggy, dreary.
Off to start the day... better things are ahead.