Whose big idea was the summer cold? It's a terrible concept. Frankly, I just don't get it, how cold germs can be hardy enough to withstand the heat. Plus, the summer cold masquerades as allergies, so there's the whole Claritin-vs.-DayQuil debate, which can lead to lying awake at night deciding if the ticklishness one feels is allergen-related or viral. Then, at 1:45 a.m., the NyQuil makes its most compelling argument, so down it goes. Sleep descends like a hammer. A twenty-four hour hammer.
After my middle of the night drug-taking, I woke up at quarter to eleven this morning. Then, after a period of great grogginess and newspaper reading, I took a nap. A several hour nap. Basically, my whole Sunday I spent behind the water-soluble wall of a LiquiCap, as it dissolved and I gradually woke up. Which puts the likelihood of being able to sleep tonight in a fair amount of doubt. But hey. I haven't sneezed today. Much.