OK, that was stupid

So we've got all these orders to fill and I'm insisting that I'm 120 percent over the cold, already, yes, yes, I'm fine. kinzel, he's not so fine and should be resting. Me, I'm tough.

Armed therefore with the Pirates of Caribbean soundtrack, I betook myself downstairs to fill orders.

Forty-five minutes and half-a-dozen orders later, I'm upstairs, shaky, breathless, and sweaty, and hoping this will all pass off soon so I can go back downstairs and fill more orders.

Or not.

Argh.