If you're wondering what I'm doing up at this ungodly hour, I've got a cold and can't sleep. After six months of buying and selling houses, moving, packing and unpacking, furniture buying, bookshelf building, and taking my first business trip to LA, my body has finally told itself: "You've held together long enough, time to let go, let your defenses down, feel free to get sick."
Either that or it was the loser hacking on that petrie dish of an airplane back from LA.
Only thing is: I hate being sick, I hate the common cold worse than anything. It's always three days coming, three days there, and three days going. When I was taking garlic capsules regularly, I never seemed to get colds and on the rare occasion when I did, it was gone in three days.
I'm dosing myself with garlic and some pills The Lovely Wife has given me, but I'm still miserably annoyed with this thing. I am sleeping in the library, so as not to infect The Lovely Wife who is only nine days away from opening as Lady Bracknell.
Tomorrow I will begin dosing myself with some Lem-sip from our cache, but said cache is limited and I've yet to find anyone locally, in any English or Irish gift shop that carries this marvel of a British remedy, so I must use it sparingly, in case The Lovely Wife should follow my lead and also get afflicted with this crud. Why we don't have the equivalent of Lem-sip on this side of the pond baffles me. It is the best stuff.
So pray for Rosemary's runny nose, send health vibes, and any other sure-fire remedies that may eradicate this thing from my body and keep the wife from getting it.
I shall now...futilely...try to snatch a few more hours of uncomfortable, stuffy sleep.