On the up side, the Disturbing Mental Image I got last night when falling asleep is apparently book fodder, so that's a good thing, of its kind. Also my singing voice is back but for the top few notes of my range, which is all to the good.
The wee dogbeast has decided that really, I shouldn't be typing. Really. Really. She is alternating between draping her head over my wrist and licking my fingers, with heavy sighs and under-her-breath grumbles about the perfidy of monkeys.