Jet's cautiously better, today. He still won't eat anything solid, but that's okay, and he has stopped throwing up and for all of the afternoon hasn't had any terrible things happening at the other end, either. So he's definitely on the mend. He wouldn't nap today, other than in John's arms, but he's fallen asleep quite nicely at bed time. Joan says she'll take him tomorrow, especially if I'm feeling badly.
I took advantage of the fact that I was still feeling okay, and had potstickers for dinner and bananas fried in a bit of butter with a bunch of brown sugar, pecans, and rum on ice cream for dessert. I feel pretty okay at the moment, and I think I'll let the virus take care of itself, one way or another, I'll take a page out of Jet's book and be happy while I feel well.