progress?

I am feeling better -- or, since I've been insisting all along that I feel fine, I'll say the swelling and ache in my tonsils has abated -- but so tired. Since Friday, I've slept and slept and dragged myself through other things that needed doing -- going to the doctor, visiting with my parents, singing the concert -- and every time needed to take a break much sooner than I'd have expected. I came to work early this morning because there's work that needs doing in advance of a 9:30 meeting that I'd have done on Friday, had I been here, but instead I was home resting. And I'm going to do the work and go to the meeting and then, no fooling, go home and rest.

This just in: the immune system is an energy hog. It will not share. It's kind of bratty that way.

zzz.

Left work 12:30ish. Hit the couch a little after 1, slept until 4:30. Am feeling approximately human. Let's hope it lasts.

the terrible

I try not to nurture hatred in my heart.

I do feel pity for the man's family; his wife may or may not ought to have known better, given the time and the circumstances, but his children certainly aren't responsible for what he did before they were born. They don't deserve to lose their husband and father, and I don't imagine any of them will ever see him again.

I don't have any sympathy for John Demjanjuk himself, though -- given, I mean, what's about to happen to him, which is a trial and likely imprisonment for what remains of his life. And after that, he can go to hell.