I was going to say something witty about how I'm feeling marginally better today after a full twelve days of suffering under the Creeping Croupy Evil, but I'll let good old Neil say it for me:
I'm getting better, thanks. ...Taking it very very easy on myself currently, which is a good thing, and was necessary. Sometimes your body tells you it's time to rest. If you ignore it, then sometimes your body whacks you over the back of the head with a hefty iron crowbar, kicks your feet from under you and then, while you're lying on the floor in agony, gets in really close and shouts "Now will you listen?" at you through a megaphone.
So I'm listening.