My cough, that is.
Yesterday was fit city, today blissful quiet. It's a conundrum, but I'm thankful. I took myself off safe mode (i.e. sleep, fluids, no strenuous activity) this morning and worked out for the first time in two weeks. Later I just might walk a mile.
Saturday night into Sunday (despite the cough), I was engrossed in revising my entry for Paul Guyot's armored car/children's clothing contest. I flipped on the Giants game when I was done and strangely couldn't care less the Panthers were mauling them.