At Least I had TASP

I joked with my mother on the way home from TASP that this would be the greatest summer of my life unless I caught some horrible gastrointestinal disease in Europe. Let me tell you from experience: pneumonia is worse than nagging incontinence. I've been virtually bed-ridden for the last couple of days (with the exception of trains and giving my talk). My fever isn't going down after several days of antibiotics, so I'm going to check into the Uppsala hospital in about half an hour. Please channel your positive energy to me through the ghost of Foucault.
Until Later,
Michael