Coming up for air after the worst head cold in memory. For forty-eight hours I was too sick to complain. Grateful to be upright and quasi-functional. I was so grateful for two full and productive days poolside last week that it didn't matter that I was sneezing and sniffling until I sat down at the computer for the day job and realized that I couldn't talk or make sense of what I was seeing on the screen. Over-medicated much? None of it was making a dent in any of my symptoms and I discovered that more was not better. To bed.
It's past and over. So what used to take 24 hours now takes 48, a concession to age that I'm now willing to acknowledge.
This basket of delights is a fat baggie (picked with gloves and a mask!) that will be flying home tomorrow.