I went to bed last night feeling so good about what I had accomplished over the last few days. That was soon turned on its head as I woke up in the middle of the night feeling queasy.

My diagnosis is food poisoning. I can’t think what else it could be. I’ll spare sharing details here, though jumping out of bed multiple times to a cold bathroom did not help the experience. Apart from feeling a little weak and hungry (…and reticent about food), I have no symptoms this morning. Though I am moving slowly. Today’s plans have been laid to rest, or at least edited.