Well, it seems I was overly optimistic in my proclamation yesterday that everything was groovy in the Taylor household. Not only did the ladies deal with some resurgent symptoms yesterday, I, myself, have started to feel the icy specter of sickness creeping up next to me. So far I’ve been able to fight it off, but we’ll see what the day holds. (Update, as this (and a soon to be completed Michael Bourn piece) is taking me forever to write: I feel awful.)