Not recovered, but somewhere along the road

I still feel pretty bad

It's a Monday morning. I spent the weekend urgently trying to get better. Lots of attempts at extra sleep, a bit of exercise, but nothing excessive. Usually, two rest days go a long way towards recovery from a regular infection. The good news is that after a good night's sleep, I woke up yesterday feeling like the worst was over. The bad news is that these things can have a long tail. I might feel ill for a long while, even though I no longer feel terrible. I'll look on the bright side -- I'm not hospitalised from a runaway COVID infection, and I didn't fall ill in the days leading up to our trip to the Netherlands. So there you go. My worst bout of sickness in years.

So it's True Terrain time! Feels like reruns...