Steve came home sans incident on Sunday night, which is fantastic! Except he brought with him the plague, which is not. I spent the day in bed today, trying to beat whatever it is that feels like it's about to take over my body. I don't feel better, but I don't feel worse, so I figure I'm winning. I don't have the time or the energy (or the immune system for that matter) to be taken over by some mystery plague. So I battle. And maybe I disappear for a few days, in order to fight that battle. Because battles involve going to bed early. Very early. As in now.