I hit the downhill slope immediately after getting to the store for the drugs, and by the late evening I was pretty much out of it.
Our friends Carolyn and Phil came to visit, however.
I was pretty much unable to do anything except talk; even getting up and walking around was exhausting. By Saturday I was running a fever.
But fortunately, Phil happens to like my writing, and was willing to sit there and let me read stuff to him (which also allows me to catch flaws in the writing as I go through, that I would otherwise miss). We got to the end of the first volume of _Demons of the Past_ by the end of their stay.
I rarely get to read my stuff to people any more; it's something I enjoy. And in this situation it was pretty much the only thing I *could* do with my guests so it worked out about as well as things could have.
Now I hope this thing will have faded away enough by tomorrow so I can go to work.