I know the feeling. It's still there in the background, and this is the third week. I've spoken with people who feel not quite back to themselves after two months. Yuck!

I did get the lawn mowed this weekend, though, and it didn't throw me into a feverish faint or anything like that. (It was essential--my tall grass last year was apparently an invitation to burglars to come on in 'cause no one was home. So it was aggravating to let the lawn get so tall again while I was recuperating. I didn't want to leave while it looked so untended for fear I come back from some errand and find things missing again.) Even Quark hanging around couldn't prevent that.