It's been a peculiar few weeks. Blank brain indiscriminately filled with random television fodder. Body weak, uncooperative, sore. Too much sleep broken at eight-hour intervals by the alarm clock reminding me to take another stomach-disturbing antibiotic tablet. But it seems to have worked. I feel more or less normal today. Thinking machinery clanking and creaking rustily back into gear. Legs not so wobbly, nose not so stuffy. Vague desire to Do Something Creative.