Back Among the Breathing

Wednesday before I left for new York, I went to my weekly class.  While there I noticed the guy sitting next to me was having a difficult time, then I noticed he was coughing in my direction, and then I rolled backward until my chair was almost in the corner.  In MHO people who are sick and contagious should really skip class instead of sharing with those of us who have vacation plans for the next week.

Thanks to you, unnamed cold assailant, by Sunday evening I was coming down with something. And by Wednesday the flight to New York was pretty miserable, followed by a 4 day trip to the big city, spent mainly in my hotel room with boxes of tissues, Mentholatum, cough drops and cold medicines and low grade fever.

I suppose the upside is that I did get full use of the hotel room for which we had prepaid an outrageous city price.  Another plus was the hotel's signature bed.  If you have to feel rotten in a distant place you might as well have luxurious bedding.

I am also very happy that we could find soothing take out soup within a two block area, and that TheHub was willing happy to get out of The Toxic Hotel to explore the area solo, and to get me the much needed soup.  I am pretty sure he had a much better time than I did. (He did remind me that a few years ago in Boston we had reverse roles after he ate bad clams I was the fetcher of ginger ale and crackers.)  Don't you want to travel with us?

Anyway, we are back and I have returned to the land where people breathe through their nostrils rather than the land of the dreaded mouth breathers.  Maybe I will begin to cook again, but for now soup and oranges are still my food of choice.