The flu when the book is due

Sick two weeks in a row. Something like the flu this time. 102 degree fever, chills, coughing. Perhaps my decision to save final edits to the last weekend before Sky3 goes to the editor was ill conceived?

I rewrite a chapter. Then take a nap. Rewrite a chapter. Then a nap. Ever since 5am this morning. It will be a long day.