You know what? When they say a cough is productive, they don't mean it finishes revisions or writes new chapters for you or even goes and sorts the laundry. Stupid faux-productive cough.
I have been rereading and napping and rereading some more. The vivid dreams, oof. Some people are just not meant to be made into anime characters. (Some people right around here.) Also, my subconscious seems to have rather drastic notions of symbolism at the moment. We are not quite to the China Mieville sea of pus level, but still...rather colorful. Yes.
The nurse poodle has been very attentive. She is convinced that I should lie still and not do foolish monkey things. I am, however, allowed to eat broth, since I spoon some over her food. Broth is all right. Far better than chamomile tea, which she sniffs at dubiously and should not care to have spooned over her food, thank you all the same, monkeys. The nurse poodle isn't always right, but she's always keenly interested.