I thought sure I had jotted at least a couple of posts in this space about how lousy I feel when I’m sick. But amazingly, I could find only one, and it’s really not as whiney as I’d expect.

Maybe I did more of that on the old blog; I’m too drained to check. Or maybe the amount of grousing and complaining I do offline never makes it onto the Web — I guess I feel that blogging about being out of sorts and congested smacks of self-indulgence. Then again, I’m doing it now, so…

Anyway, I’m guzzling orange juice and popping Cold-Eeze zinc drops like there’s no tomorrow. As long as I haven’t unwittingly contracted that dreaded bird flu, I’m hoping this virus scrams by the end of the week.