Not good for reading, revising or writing, sigh.
(In case you're wondering about the picture, Doctor Who came to town - assorted monsters, at least - for Science Week.)So this, the traditional time for lazy pursuits, needs to be the term when Jack is a very dull boy indeed. Hence I suspect I won't be a-blogging much or often.
I thought I was fully recovered at the end of last week, but here at the end of this week I realise that I was still a long way off form - so maybe there's a bit of post-viral pain still to come. But with that reservation, at last I'm back somewhere that I can get excited about what I'm reading, hearing, seeing, doing.
One sign of that is that I need a little time to digest what's exciting, usually through another activity like cycling, poetry or photography.
For several reasons I could have done with a free morning, but I'm very glad I made it to Michael Green's lecture.
Twenty years late, maybe, but perhaps even this dry old stick may bud and blossom.