It’s 6:30 pm and I feel well enough to check in for the day. Mind you, I have a splitting headache, high fever and muscles that feel like the OSU football team has used me for a practice dummy, but otherwise I’m doing great! The lowered dose of interferon I'm on this week is no picnic. I had the chills before I left “happy hour” at the clinic this afternoon. Ah well. Perhaps an hour of “American Idol” will be the cure for what ails me.