OK, so I managed to drag my sick ass through the rest of the work week. Gallons of water, lots of vitamin C, Robitussin and Doctor Doctor’s prescription. The three-minute walk from the office to the Big, Fat, Black Capitalist Car seemed to take a half hour in the heat and humidity.
So, what would be a curative way to spend the evening? Bed? Tea with a little honey and lemon and a slug of dark rum?