I should be in bed, really. The itsy bitsy cold that I have tried to shake off since we came back from our easy peasy downhill-ish cycle trip has exploded into all sorts of things, on of which is that I cannot get a decent breath when I lie down. There is an amazing quantity of yuk dripping down from the myriad caves and cavities behind my forehead and my nose and between my ears and my throat and so on - vast and deep it all is. I even scared the cat away with my sneezing and coughing. So I trudge through the house with my blankets, littering the place with clementine peel and trying failing to solve this week's cryptic crossword from the SZ.
From time to time R comes along with thermometers and tea thick with lichen honey and gives me his serious look. In my wild days, when I rolled my own cigs and whatnot, this would have been nothing. A cracked up hoarse voice? Wow.
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Lichen honey huh? Hm. I love crosswords. I'm totally practicing for my dotage. I'm gonna do crosswords in my rocking chair on the front porch and put away bourbons or something equally rambunctious and/or feisty.
Oh, it's the sweetest stuff and apart from all the totally healthy herbs and lichen it contains a bit of alcohol. In black tea it reminds me of the cough bottles (sans codeine) we got as kids. But I feel I must progress to hot whiskey next. As for the cryptic crossowrd, it bugs me no end. I ususally have it cracked by Tuesday (it comes out on Fridays) and this is very bad form, I think I'll mention it to my doctor as a symptom.
Hope you are feeling better by now, Sabine. If not, I suggest R apply a Schweisswickel.
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