Kristine has been wrestling with a cold for the last week. A bit unusual, since I'm the one who typically gets sick around the holidays. Often, when one of us is sick the other manages to avoid it, but that wasn't the case this time. Around noon yesterday I felt a tingling around my nose, and by bedtime I had a full-blown sore throat and some heavy-duty congestion. Pretty much the same story this morning.
I was hoping to go on a little outing tomorrow, though that may not happen. Usually I hate these warm spells during winter, but I wouldn't mind this one continuing for a bit, at least until I feel good enough to make it out on the water.
Maybe it's time to turn to the cold cure reccomended by the narrator of Jim Harrison's novel Wolf, which consists of:
*Drinking half a gallon of freshly squeezed grapefruit juice and two gallons of warm water to cleanse the system.
*Eating at least one pound of prime steak, rare.
*Taking a long, warm bath in a darkened room. While bathing, you should slowly sip a bottle of the very best bourbon you can afford, at least a fifth. A cigar is optional during this part of the ritual.
*Sleeping for twenty-four hours after the bath.
Swanson, the narrator, says the treatment leaves him renewed and refreshed, but cautions it may cause hangovers in "those with weak systems." Which, he adds, is their problem.
I think I'll stick with herbal tea.
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