I was pretty convinced yesterday that I was going to die. I started feeling poopy Monday night (sore throat, a bit of a headache), and then I proceded to sleep like crap all night and woke up feeling like death. My _skin_ hurt... you know how it does when you're getting the flu, right? So, I gamely came into work to pick up a laptop so I could at least attempt to work from home^1^. That would up being a 2-hour epic, with problems with network connectivity and the domain server taking a dump.

I get home with the laptop, get set up on the couch with the kitties all around me, and then proceed to more or less pass out.

Today I feel a little bit better. Still have a sore throat, and still feel a bit peaked, but at least I was able to make it in to work today.

^1^ Of course, on the drive in there was a 10 minute report on NPR about the SARS outbreak in Canada, and how communicable it was, so I was having visions of either being Patient Zero for the USA, or going to the hospital for whatever malady I actually had, and picking up a nice case along the way.