There, I did it. It took me a long time (several days) to admit to myself that this persistent cough and general tiredness was more than a passing inconvenience. But staying home and ignoring the towering stacks of shipping left to be done at the studio has produced no significant improvement, and the coughing still makes it hard to sleep through the night.
So I've taken a dose of Nyquil, which (on the very few occasions I've taken it in the past) knocks me out like a light, and leaves me not comfortable with driving when I awake. So really what I've done is commit to not going in tomorrow, and not writing anything too critical today.
In fact, I think it's time for a dead-tree archive dive of Dominic Deegan, as I picked up all six books from Mookie while at A-Kon last week.
