The germ won. I went down for the count yesterday. Inventory: scratchy throat, sore muscles, throbbing headache, general misery.

Also, brittle and prickly on the job; patience wearing thin.

It's amazing how easily the balance can be upended.

I watched a little post-convention analysis: stupid, simple-minded; I believe TV is intended to make us all ignorant.

Must carry on. Rehearsal today. This morning feeling 'in the bubble,' watching myself 'going through the motions.' Here and not here simultaneously.