Nun woozes her way around Green Lake.

I had a perfectly lovely dinner - vegan, of course - with Much Younger Woman. But instead of going back to her place for movies, etc. I just took the bus home afterward. Whatever crud I have prevented me from even walking in a straight line to the bus stop, and I had a brief similar experience on the way to dinner.

After a decent night's sleep, I feel much better. File this under D for "Don't be an idiot and listen to your body." This sickness thing is cramping my style.