Karen and I went out to the bar on Saturday to hear Jody, and I was feeling pretty peaked when we went, and after about two hours I'd definitely had enough of being upright, so we came home. But when we got home I didn't really feel like laying down, and my belly was pretty tender from my epigastrium down to my pelvis.

And yesterday things didn't really improve any, but I kinda struggled through the day, thinking that Sunday night I could get a good sleep.

Didn't happen, though. My belly just kept getting sorer and sorer, but I still wasn't having any epigastric symptoms, just a little diarrhea, nothing unusual.

So I lay in bed thinking about all of the things that I could be getting. Pancreatitis? Well, yeah, it *did* start off like this. Peritonitis? Ditto.

Anyway, by the time the alarm went off I was pretty miserable. Well, I thought maybe getting up and around, that would be the cure, right? Wrong. I just felt more miserable. So I waited until after 07:00 and called in, then I went back to bed and slept fitfully for a coupla hours.

Got up at 10:00, maybe 11:00, I dunno. I was feeling somewhat better.

We got our digital cable box delivered today, so I decided to try hooking that up. That was a frustrating six hours or so. Then I called in help, and spent about an hour talking with a very intelligent woman at Cox, who was a big help, but unfortunately the damned thing still wouldn't work. So someone is coming out to fix it tomorrow.

In the meantime, my belly has stopped hurting, and the places that it was sore to jab yesterday aren't quite so sore, and I'm feeling about halfway decent for the first time since... let's see, it was last Thursday, or maybe Wednesday.

So I think that it was probably a 24-hour bug, y'know, 24 hours in a young healthy person, five whole days for people like me.

So I'm planning on going to work tomorrow anyway. I can't imagine that I'd have another night like last night.

Today is the start of the Holidailies, a group of online journallers who have vowed to update every day in December. I would join, but I wouldn't want to make them feel bad, since I have been doing my own version of *dailies* since 31 March 1996.

But more power to 'em, I must say. The WWW needs more words, more words, I'm doing my part and so are they. Absolutely *no* sarcasm is intended here, either. No, seriously.

I do take my journalling, and that of others, seriously. And yeah, it's still fun, even after 2,802 entries.

And I'm sorry that I don't have the time to read everyone's entries, I really am.

And, as long as I'm being sorry, I'm really sorry that Lynda is having such a rough time with her hip right now.

And I'm sorry that this is all that I have time to write tonight, but to bed I must go.