Fever

That’s the good kind of fever.

Right now, I have the bad kind of fever, the kind where you wake up in the middle of the night and wonder whether the heat will turn your brain into a rutabaga, and hope that the fact that you’re thinking that means it won’t.

And I have two days of meetings at my company’s U.S. headquarters in Santa Clara, CA. I bet the folks I’m meeting with will be just delighted at my hacking cough and my nose blowing, yes, indeedy.