I started feeling the sniffles on Wednesday afternoon and I promptly dismissed them as the product of the airconditioning here at the mall. But in hindsight it wasn't, because by Wednesday evening, after dinner with Clair, Chona, and Marcelle, I was down. Seriously down.
Thursday my nose was clogged and my head was stuffy. Friday, more of the same, only worse. I had to put off writing my Rational Technology column as well as a deadline for a literature magazine (as if I could get something published in this artsy-fartsy world). Thankfully I was up and about by Saturday, albeit still with a heavy head, so I could deliver my talk for Dominic Medenilla's class at the Ateneo Professional Schools.
Late Saturday afternoon had me at the PLUG general assembly. I caught most of Eric Pareja's excellent talk on localization, delivered mostly in Filipino. All told, it was good to meet up with old friends. And, my, my, it looks like I might be on the board of PLUG for 2005-2006.
In the course of my illness, I couldn't really get anything done. I was starting to get hooked on Katharine Graham's autobiography, finally having caught its cadence, but in between blowing into the tissue paper and popping pills, I didn't have much zest for anything.
About the only thing I did was play Nethack. What a great excuse, eh?