While the pure sickness has died out a little, the cough and congestion remain. The cough is one of those tough, dry, hacking coughs which leaves me a little dizzy afterwards.

Also, the congestion is super-powered, flaring up mightily just about every four hours and not dying down unless I keep the Sudafed coming steady. Once the congestion hits, my brain seems to slow down and become the mud which it feels is now inside my head.

It makes writing a little difficult, but none the less I was able to get through some rework on "Straw That Shines Like The Sun" tonight while A climbed. I haven't written in 5 days due to Math Contest Week and the sickness, so the writing muscles were a little stiff. But, I did do some reorganization of parts and tomorrow I'll do cleanup and spackle to get it all to fit together.