Healing factor FTW

After some 32 hours of varying degrees of wretchedness, and due applications of acidophilous and anti-nausea meds (which are some big juju, I can tell you--I slept for a lot of that time), I seem to be mostly over this filthy hell-virus or whatever it is. Still pretty weak and tired, but my innards are properly quiescent, and that's the important thing.

Steve is still a bit further down the recovery tree, I think because a) he had reached a greater depth of debilitation and b) antibiotics are not nice. (Well, and c), he has the constitution & general resiliency of damp kleenex, poor lamb.)