The hacking cough dogging me the last three weeks has turned to pneumonia, and I’ve somehow acquired yet another flu virus – none of which could have come at a worse time from a work perspective – so I’m checking myself into the Underground’s Advanced Medical Facility for a couple sick days.

In a sign of how desperate things have become, I visited my doctor yesterday, and while there’s no denying the glamor surrounding 102 temperatures, antibiotics, narcotic cough syrup – even an inhaler tasked with whipping my abused lungs back into shape – I’m feeling a little less amusing (or insightful) than usual.

See you at the pharmacy (and in a couple days), Tom Chandler