Last year I was very lucky and didn't get hardly a single cold. This year I must have passed under a darker sign, because this is the fourth or fifth cold of the season.
All I crave right now is soup, more soup, and maybe some tea with honey in it.
Also, a very looooooong sleep tonight in a warm bed.
It does make it quite difficult to get things done. But, again, I'll keep thinking of it as research. If my last cold was years ago, then perhaps I would have forgotten too much about it to write it very well. Hmmm. If I write a character being ill, perhaps my own cold will seem much less worse. Just by comparison, mind you.
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