Not dead yet from snot

Well, it's morning, I've gotten Moomin off to school. Had a nap & some soup. I'm not dead yet from hantavirus, the respiratory variant of bubonic plague, pneumonia, coughing my lungs inside out, consumption, or mold spores from another galaxy.

Just when I think I like my body again it goes and does this!

I feel hugely lucky to have this cozy house to be sick in, and a car, and a handy grocery store, and money to buy stuff at the handy grocery store, and a really good water heater. What a huge difference it makes.

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[g.]

Ohh, Lizzard. I am so sorry you are so sick.

Are you familiar with the foulest, but most affective, sickness remedy ever? (A. taught me this one.)

Take the juice of one lemon, and a pinch of cayenne pepper. Either dilute it with water and gulp, or drink it down in one shot sans H2O. (I prefer the shot, because then it's over, and one of the places my masochism does not extend to is my taste buds.)

It's foul stuff, but it clears your head in a second, and is generally really good for what ails you (unless you are tummy sick, that is -- then stay away from it).

Keep resting and souping.

I heart you,
g.

[g.]

p.s. -- If I could, I'd be over there with a care package of tea and books about Marie Antoinette's underwear in a second.