Snail-like, I am moving again. I have been asleep for four days. Even Red Sox athletes have been knocked down by this flu. Here's a picture of what happens to the studio table while one's mind is off-line.
In the chair you see my familiar, the slightly crazed Butterscotch. She enjoyed my illness tremendously, taking languorous naps across my midriff. She is not pleased I'm better. Tough.