Depart, Cold

Depart, cold, son of a cold, thou who breakest the bones, destroyest the skull, partest company with fat, makest ill the seven openings in the head!
Healing incantation from Life in Ancient Egypt by Adolf Erman
It seems like half the people I know have already wrestled with at least one bout of sickness this winter.
It caught up with me last week in the form of a head cold that wasn’t anything close to the flu, but still leaves one totally spent by about 3 or 4 in the afternoon.


Last night, I had to bail out of my friend Cathy’s Patriots party at halftime. I hope her preparations didn’t cause her a relapse, she’s just recovering from a nasty bout over New Year’s.
Cathy’s house is only about 10 minutes away, a little over 5 miles, but the drive home felt like an hour.
This contrasts with travel yesterday morning to Logan Airport and back, about an hour and a quarter each way. The traffic was very light and the weather perfect for a road trip, which made it enjoyable, especially since I had Peter’s company heading North.
There’s a major Northeaster predicted for tomorrow, starting around 3 am and not ending until the evening commute. Peter’s travel to Macworld this time of year is always an iffy proposition, but he lucked out on the first leg at least.
On the way back, I stopped by my old house in Marshfield, a visit I make about once a year, and found to my surprise that the house has been completely changed. The new owners seem to have put a lot of money into it, and I hope they’re enjoying their investment.
Over the past few days, I’ve been drowning myself in tea, plain water and soup, and sleeping, which seems to be the best medicine, as much as the schedule allows.
The fourth quarter of the Chargers/Colts game is on now, and New England fans are rooting for San Diego to pull off an upset. The Chargers just scored and regained the lead, shutting up the obnoxious Indy fans at last – thank goodness.