The little germ factories have assaulted me again. They're fine, I'm grumpy and headachy and sniffly. I still took Catherine to her swim lesson and got in a whopping 350 yards myself. Now that's some kind of swimming, eh?
But still, when you're sick, you're sick. I'll rest and get better.
Plus the anorexia part of sickness can help with the weight loss, of course. As long as I'm sick, might as well let it do some good work on my body fat.