Friday night I called off my participation in all social activity and curled in bed with a few videos and a whole lot of tea. This silly flu had me and was giving me some grief. On Saturday morning I woke up feeling much better, but not quite up to karate katas, nonetheless I showed up at the karate Dojo at the end of the training to help out with the Spring cleaning and ended up working up a sweat while vaccum the floor and undersides of the tatamis. At some point I did wonder if it had not been wiser to train anyhow or in an act of total absurdity have attended the FreezeParis event. My only conclusion was that I was feeling much better if I could engage in such cleaning rituals, and that my mind must be at its normal as it wonders towards Paris while I have not even had the time to write what I promised to write. Anyhow, this was the kind of flu that attacked my bronchi and gave me an awful sounding cough, but is otherwise moving swiftly through my body without the drippy nose or persisting sore throat. However visiting people who just had brain surgery within the last two weeks is still out of the question according to my colleagues of the medical profession and thus my Sunday plans have just been redrawn.