Stuffed

Tea: Lots of kinds, lots of cups.

Music: David Sanborn, "The Dream"

Time: Night.

I had a long, catching-up post written. It's nowhere to be found.

I'm sitting in the driveway, in weather I normally would love (unseasonably cool) but which now aggravates my stuffed head and lungs. Why am I in the driveway? Because the house 'Net is out, and I can't pick up the neighbor's unsecured wireless network from inside.

Oh, and I've been sick, in varying degrees, since late last week, in case I hadn't mentioned that.

Yes, I'm trying to do everything right. I'm drinking tea, eating soup, bundling up and sleeping a lot. I megadosed on Vitamin C, which did interesting things to my insides. I've taken antihistamines, which make me alternately jumpy and stupid but haven't done anything to open me up.

Then again, I'm still out of the hospital, still breathing on my own, still able to sit up and write this. That puts me ahead of a lot of people, and for that I'm grateful.

And I'm wide open to the possibility, the likelihood even, that the antihistamines and the C and the tea/soup/sleep have kept things from getting a lot worse.

And now, if you'll excuse me ... it's time for the pill that makes me stupid.