The pains of fought sickness are sinking in like a tepid wind is forcing ache into my muscles. It’s nothing I’m used to, but I feel the germs were fairly won, as are the bruises on the back of my legs from dancing. Mission accomplished and food deliveries thwarted today. Perhaps I may have to start looking at this as a usual weekend. One hopes. Tonight is Ellen’s Game evening and I’m finally going. It’s going to be held at Our Town Cafe, located on the corner of Kingsway & Broadway. I’ve been intending to drop in for ages.