I ache from top to bottom.
I have nothing at all of interest to say.
I have been slugging the Aussie Concoction all day, except for breakfast, when I had the last cup of chicken broth. I threw a handful of herbs-for-respiration into a pot of boiling water, draped a towel over my head, and breathed.
I'm going back upstairs, running a hot bath, plunking myself in it until I sweat, then crawling into bed to sweat some more and G-d willing to sleep.
This is truly yucky. I cannot imagine how the folks who got it at the Omni Hotel managed to attend any of the conference at all---stalwart souls!
Not me; I'm a sissy, and heading upstairs to bath and bed.