A miserable weekend. The weather wasn’t bad, at least on Saturday (so far as I noticed; I had other things on my mind that afternoon), but I came down with something malevolent and spent most of my time in bed. Or in the bathroom.

I ate a sumptuous lunch at a Chinese buffet, so I might have fallen victim to an

Employee Who Neglected to Wash His Hands. But I also think I had a fever, so it might have been some new kind of stomach bug. In any case, it occupied almost my entire attention from Saturday afternoon to the present. I took today off work. I have hopes — though it’s far from certain — of going back to work tomorrow.

I got a lot of reading done, of course, and certainly one — probably two — of the books will be reviewed in this space.

But not today. Today I don’t have the sand.