Now I have a head cold. Without disagreeing with my doctor’s diagnosis of stress, I am somewhat relieved that the headache at least was brought on by the impending cold. I also know where I contracted it. A young man in the bar at Thursday’s crowded wake, clearly suffering from such an ailment, coughed in my face as he snivelled past me. My resistance was too low to repel that.
Consequently, while Storm Gareth did his best to break through our windows, I spent much of today reading. If I finish the book in time I will feature it tomorrow.
This evening we dined on our second portions of yesterday’ s chicken shaslick meal.