EXISTENTIAL ANGST

 I spend most of the day in bed with the sort of bug that leaves you sweaty, nauseous, feverish, wracked with pain and existential angst.  However, I was sitting up with scrambled egg by bedtime.  Meanwhile, I was looked after lovingly by Canadian granddaughter and the Prof.   I might even have had a hug from Chihuahua, had she not been slightly damp around the edges. When she arrives from Canada, she usually gets the order of the bath.