The cold continues.
Last night was marked by frequent awakenings to clear out my head, interspersed with a bizarre ongoing narrative about an earthquake-wrecked desalinization plant in a Japanese harbor that was, against all odds, continuing to perform.
I suppose it's a metaphor.
Between my sinuses and sore throat, I had to sleep sitting up. If I laid down, I could barely draw breath, though it took a few minutes to creep up. Not recommended.
P.S.: 100.6 temperature. Grrrrrrreat.
4 months ago