Much, much better--coughing a little, but I seem to have dodged the Endless Cough entirely (knock on wood). Still kind of weak and easily tired, and the damage is basically done: I lost nearly a week of work time right before deadline. Not entirely, because I was definitely at my desk for most of it, but... it's not really quality time when mucus is your copilot.
Gladiator is so very nearly done, but I'm stalling on a few scenes near the end--I always do this, dammit--and so I'm moving on for the moment. Maybe inspiration'll come to me in my sleep, I don't know. Still, it's just as unfinished if I work on something else or not, so I might as well be productive. I'm looking over my notes and drafts, though, and I don't know whether to work on Independence Day or Spider-Man next.