Thank you for your kind wishes and advice on the last post.
Night descends upon the bed, where I and my distress spent the better part of Sunday and today.
My malady, following it's predictable course of mucous production and expulsion, has depleted all paper supply on hand, and I've squeezed through a half dozen oranges, six lemons, and two gallons of Poland Spring water. Homeopathic Influenzinum cooperated to aid the process, and the honey mixed with Asafoetida soothed the edges of raw membranes.
I've fallen asleep about 3/4 through each of three discs
of the eight disc audio book
by E.M. Forester
resulting in my having to replay the end of each
before beginning the next disc. I think I've dreamed using both the glorious Italian scenery and Forster dialogue from it, combining them in patchwork fashion with scenes and dialogue from my own life, and in this manner entertained myself. The weather has gone from frigid to rainy, and warmed up to a tepid 45 degrees. I wisely opted to forgo the pleasure of my weekly writing group tonight. Now I'm suited up to make the two block trip to a store for some supplies, then home again to lovely cabbage soup with toast, back to bed, and onward to disc four.
Link to 2007 video version of EM Fosters timeless classic, set in pre World War I England and Italy. With Elaine Cassidy and Rafe Spall. 1 and 1/2 hours.