But... I am sick again.
At least it's just in my sinuses and chest.
It could be worse.
I could have an obscenely sore throat like Randall had last week.
But I don't.
So that's good.
Meanwhile, I blew off my birthday... literally... and removed myself to the couch last night, to sleep sort of upright.
Besides the constant nose blowing and coughing, it wasn't a bad birthday, as birthdays go. I celebrate a nondescript age this year.
I mean, it's not the mind altering "4- zero", nor yet a half decade year. It just is what it is.
So, today I've cancelled my appointments and I'll lie low. Maybe even horizontally.
Tea and Tylenol; that's my panacea.
And... that's all.