That's right. I did indeed survive. I won't say I'm feeling 100 percent better, but I was chipper enough by yesterday evening to make chicken noodle soup and blueberry muffins for dinner. Those were the only things that sounded good and they really hit the spot. After spending two days consuming nothing but a little Jello, a few Saltines and some ginger-ale, I was ready for a bit of real food.

After going to bed by 9:30 for two nights in a row, I also feel more rested than I have in months. I wish I could convince myself not to fall back into my night owlish ways, but I suspect that is too much to hope for.