In case you were wondering, I am not dead. Though there have been times earlier last week I wished so.
You see, right after I published the Carnival of the Godless, I fell ill with Infectious Mononucleosis. I had one of the worst sore throats in my life. Talking and swallowing were both incredibly painful. I spent most of last week in bed.
P.S. I also changed this site’s theme to Fleur-de-lys [sic], being the Francophile I am.