Friday, December 30, 2005

Much Better, Thanks

The Cold (as Steve Bates has dubbed it) is subsiding. Yesterday my head was in the full flood mode but I didn’t feel as bad as I did earlier in the week. I drank enough water that my kidneys were going to sue for separate maintenance. My voice was even worse, though, so talking on the phone was problematic:

[Phone rings}

ME: Hello.

CALLER: My God, you sound horrible!

ME: Well, thanks. I’d hate to feel this lousy and have it be my little secret!

Yeah, being sick doesn’t put me in the best of moods, either.

Last night I kept waking myself up with coughing fits that used to scare the daylights out of Sam (and probably reached him in the spirit world). But this morning a hot shower and two cups of coffee have me getting back to as normal as I can be. With any luck the last vestiges of it will be gone by the time I go back to work on Monday and in good health before my trip to New York next weekend; I do not want to cough during the show. Oh, didn’t I tell you that I’m going to see John Lloyd Young in Jersey Boys? Yeah! More about that next week.