Sick, with a massive headcold and fever. Must have sneezed about a thousand times today. Elected to remain in bed rather than spread the infection to co-workers. So, basically at home, in bed with a book. Result : read and slept, and read and slept and so on. The day passed very slowly, and not as in “boring” slowly, but just the impression you have sometimes of time passing very, very slowly. It’s like every impression is getting filtered through this fog, and all of it permeates very, very slowly.