I may finally be seeing that nasty virus in the rear-view mirror. I don't want to be cocky about it though, as it has toyed with me before, letting me think that I may have escaped its clutches only to grasp me even tighter for the next go round. But here's hoping. I have enriched the coffers of Kleenex and Fisherman's Friend far beyond what should be expected of the average bear.
Here's the big news: the red tuxedo is finished! And delivered! I inexplicably went through several hours of worry even after I had delivered the suit, but that feeling dissipated and I started to feel lighter and freer than I had in weeks.