After a restless night of coughing and wheezing, the ideal recovery was... a return to the working week.
A full on day of work was scheduled. No time for a swim - no bad thing, given the bodily fluids that my nose and mouth are currently giving off.
And yeah - that was Monday.
I caught up with Gilles Peterson's All Winners, always a highlight of the year.
And then for some strange reason TSC Glasto '85 was forwarded on to me.
It would be a shame to not to listen, wouldn't it?
The segue from Long Hot Summer into Call Me was quite beautiful. Haven't heard that in a while.
I played around a little with the mad cat early evening. She was especially... mad.
The kill for the day was a leaf bought in from outside. Oh how we both enjoyed passing the endless hours away.
Half an eye on the Liverpool Vs Swansea match for the evening with a bit of blogging bollocks to sort out, and then very early to bed, trying to play catch up from the night before.