Kind thanks for all my well wishes, I am doing better. Probably have enough steroids and antibiotics in me to sink a ship of germs, but if that's what it takes, shoot me up.
Mac has taken such good care of me, I know I've about worn him out.
What else has helped--besides my trusty Bean and Bacon soup--always a comfort food when I could finally eat. Well Lord Peter Wimsey, I'd never read him before and I found a book of his short stories. They have carried the day, just long enough to carry my interest without wearing me out. Enjoyed them so much I 've ordered the first of his novels.
I quite like that he's a bit silly, not at all like Hercules Poirot.
Well I hear a nap calling so I'm off.