Felled

At 4 am, I ceded victory to the cold.

At 7 am, I emailed in sick.

At 11 am, I got up.

Fortified, I fought back, moving my line forward with regiments of nose blowing and tea drinking and bath taking.

Now it's 4 pm, and I think the cold has perhaps gained the upper hand once more. I've moved from my usual computer spot at the kitchen table to the comfort of the Long Green Couch. There's a reasonably well-written but mostly trashy novel by my side, another cup of tea on the coffee table.

I think I may be prone in short order.