Still ill
Bah; temperature back up over 101°F overnight, and I feel, Lemsip notwithstanding, as bad as I did on Monday; so it's extremely unlikely I'm going to be going back to work for the rest of the week. (It's taken me over an hour to muster up the mental wherewithal merely to post this.)
I got ill like this at this time last year, and it feels like I do this every year or two (though a quick search of my mail archive suggests it's actually less often). If this keeps up, I've a nasty suspicion one of these bugs is going to carry me off fifty years hence, when my body is less resilient. Assuming I manage to reach that far in the first place, of course.
I just hope I'm back on my feet by Saturday afternoon, when there's a talk I really want to go to. (It's by Benjamin Pogrund, whose journalism during the sixties in South Africa played a key role in highlighting the injustices of the apartheid regime. He now lives in Israel, where he founded Yakar's Centre for Social Concern; and is, though he does not yet know it, a distant relative of mine (third cousin to my grandfather).
In other news, I've got confirmation from Limmud of the timetabling of my talks at this year's Limmud Conference. One of them is on the Shabbos afternoon, as I requested; the other they've put in the mortally-ill (i.e. not quite dead) dog slot, at 12:30 on Thursday, when a lot of people will already have left. Oh well, nothing I can (justifiably) do about it; I'll just have to hope people turn up for it.
I got ill like this at this time last year, and it feels like I do this every year or two (though a quick search of my mail archive suggests it's actually less often). If this keeps up, I've a nasty suspicion one of these bugs is going to carry me off fifty years hence, when my body is less resilient. Assuming I manage to reach that far in the first place, of course.
I just hope I'm back on my feet by Saturday afternoon, when there's a talk I really want to go to. (It's by Benjamin Pogrund, whose journalism during the sixties in South Africa played a key role in highlighting the injustices of the apartheid regime. He now lives in Israel, where he founded Yakar's Centre for Social Concern; and is, though he does not yet know it, a distant relative of mine (third cousin to my grandfather).
In other news, I've got confirmation from Limmud of the timetabling of my talks at this year's Limmud Conference. One of them is on the Shabbos afternoon, as I requested; the other they've put in the mortally-ill (i.e. not quite dead) dog slot, at 12:30 on Thursday, when a lot of people will already have left. Oh well, nothing I can (justifiably) do about it; I'll just have to hope people turn up for it.