Better today, but not fully recovered. Belly is still sore and I have zero interest in food.

At least the dizzyness has ebbed enough that I can take a shower.

More old ladies get broken falling in the shower ...

I am enjoying "Faits divers" ("News items"), a French-language TV show about a provincial police squad in the townships north of Montreal. The dialogue is totally authentic -- machine-gun rapid, salted with English, and barely comprehensible except to native (i.e., Montrealais) speakers. It's very dead-pan -- funny in a not-really-funny-why-am-I-laughing way.

The only good thing about being too sick to go out is that you will keep flipping the channels until you find something worth watching, however unlikely.

Television before noon is not something I do -- kinda like fruitcake for breakfast -- but it's not even eleven o'clock and I can hardly wait to polish off Season 1.