I have been sick lately.
The kind of sick that forces you to lie flat on your back with two Kleenexes shoved up your nose at all times. It isn't pretty, folks. Not one bit.
This typically happens to me when I travel. The packing, planning, last-minute errands, flying, waiting, waiting, waiting, walking, talking, sight-seeing and sitting takes a toll on my immune system and before I am even able to unpack from my trip, I am usually hugging a box of tissues and praying that God would give me a new respiratory system.
Alas, He has not.
But He has given very smart people the ability to invent things called drugs. I love drugs. Legal ones, of course. And thanks to drugs, I am now upright.
During my five days of labored breathing, I made the following observations:
1. I am ready for the presidential elections to be over. Who's with me?
2. Ina Garten makes the best food ever. I am pretty sure it has something to do with living in the Hamptons. I should live in the Hamptons. Ina and I could be friends, although I am pretty sure I'll need to buy a pair of loafers for that to happen.
3. Walking up a flight of stairs is a minor victory. Showering is a major victory.
4. Ice cream is the only thing that tastes good when you have become a mouth-breather. I have a carton of Rocky Road and Coffee to prove that.
5. No matter how hard you try not to sneeze, it is best if you just go for it. The aftermath can be brutal if you don't.
Hopefully I will be back to my chipper self before too long and a bit more regular at keeping you updated on the non-events of my life. Thanks for hanging in there with me, cough drops and all. You're tops.