Not 100% of the way back — my ribs hurt, in that special way that remind you that you’ve been coughing too much lately — but all hail the power of the modern pharmaceutical industry. That would have been a far more miserable 72 hours, absent the palliatives. As it is, I can even dare coffee now.
The kids are likewise fine; I suspect that they took advantage of my befuddled state to wangle sick days of their very own. …Such smart boys, they are. Besides, I know their schedules and they didn’t have anything particularly vital going on at school yesterday anyway.