In the morning for awhile I had enough strength and appetite to cook myself food, some chicken that had been marinading for weeks. I gradually became nauseated as I ate, and I had to return to bed. The only real comfort came from the hot waters of the bathtub, so I took two baths today.

During the second bath I was in an unusual mood and wanted to read. I found myself reading Mutants, a collection of science fiction short stories. The story I read today was "Liquid Life," written in 1936 by Ralph Milne Farley. It was a delightful little tale about a virus that had somehow attained superhuman consciousness and taken over a salt pond in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. The thing I liked most about the story was the way it raised various scientific objections in my mind and then proceeded to answer them. I was especially impressed by the author's seemingly modern awareness of the fact that viruses never remain lethal over the long haul (since it is detrimental to do so).

So, unable to get up on the Internet, I watched teevee and worked on my musings using my laptop. Later on, Nancy's computer was working again, so I backed up some things from her hard drive and uploaded a few things to the Internet until the hard drive problems resurfaced and rendered the computer unusable.

The Mayor became concerned by my lack of musings updates and gave me a call to see if I'd ever made it home last night.