Warren Ellis is sick.

I am sick. But I won’t be sick forever. This too will pass, and I’ll be left with just the usual medical issues and hitches and scars and aches and pains that come from having survived on this weird little rock for half a century. But, not only is it better than the alternative, but in between all the bad points and the agonies and horrors, there has been more than enough joy to make a footnote out of all the pain, and there will continue to be joy. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, and, no matter what today and tomorrow look like, one day you will feel the same way. Hold on tight. Joy is always on the way back.

I’m also sick. Been sick for about ten days now with a viral sore throat that won’t go away.