I still feel bloated and out of it, but I can sit up and make sense again. Now I have to finish all the stuff I didn't finish a week ago, not to mention catching up with everything else I missed . . .
I've watched enough TV to do an entire blog on just bad horror movies and old episodes of TV shows I never thought I'd watch in the first place.
At least I've got the germ (so to speak) of a new story. It's far fetched and will have absolutely no audience. In other words, it's typical stuff.