Ac-hoo!

I've been fighting something the last few days. Maybe a cold, maybe the flu.

Today I've lost the fight.

Next the rational minded Mozemen turns to the irrational: folk remedies. I've got my tea and honey. My daughter has prepared me onion and honey, which will be ready tomorrow. I've drunk so much water I'm going to float away. I'm sucking on Ricola like I own shares. I'm sitting in a warm room in a fleece sweater and knit cap (and the rest of my clothes, of course). Any other ideas?

I'd love to just go to sleep. If not that, sit and knit, or spin. Too bad I don't get any day off for illness at my job; I don't work, I don't eat. [sigh]

Pass the tissues, please.