Bleurgh. Really didn't feel up to going to work this morning, especially after waking up at 4, 5 and 6am and a few point inbetween as my body repeatedly let me know I wasn't well in a variety of interesting ways.
Decided not to go when I remembered I had a big two-hour meeting where I'd have to do a fair amount of talking, and realised I couldn't talk for more than about three seconds without lots of discomfort.
So far, have lain around reading and broken quarantine only for medical supplies.
Still, could've been worse. At least my lurgy didn't appear last week, during my holiday. That's what typically happens...