At least the horking came to an end, followed by...well, let us not be too graphic. At one point I was willing to swear it involved molecular acid. But I have, as they say, put that behind me, too.
Now I'm just washed-out and weak. Managed to eat some "comfort food" yesterday -- rice, tuna, green beans. Today, a small bowl of soup and a couple handfuls of popcorn. Either one of the cats could wrestle me to a standstill -- in fact, Huck had to go and prove it. But I'm on the mend. I hope.
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