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There's something especially demoralizing about being sick in bed when the weather is grand and everything outside is burgeoning with health and beauty. The short version, for now: I had a terrific time in Cambridge and Boston last week, came home, and immediately came down with the flu. I spent the weekend in bed and on the couch (yesterday I watched golf on tv all day - it was the most calming, neutral thing available, and there's something so comforting about Phil Mickelson). I've surfaced this morning to check on things at the shop, get my mail, and water the poor plants before I grumpily totter back home in the heartless brilliant sunshine. Man, I hate being sick. My head hurts too much to read.