Darn it. If I don't manage substantial improvement in the next couple of hours....
Update, 1300 hours: Vector is pointing in the opposite direction to my desired course. Innards unhappy. Sinuses worse. Gravity is down to point eight here... Um, belay that last'un, it's from Star Trek (TOS). (FWIW, that ship must have had the cheapest, low-bidder artificial gravity system evar: no matter what misfortune befell, you'd hear a calm Engineering d00d report gravity had dropped to 0.8. C'mon, Scotty, either fix the blame thing or just set it at 0.8 and leave it -- most of the crew would never notice). Aside aside, I'm still a sick kitty. I'm stayin' home.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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