Wow, I made it through the night without getting up to take cough syrup (or cough) once. As I fell asleep, I could feel my nose drying up, and I woke up breathing clearly. Yeah, I coughed a little later, but it seemed half-hearted. The day and night nurse are both sitting unloved and unopened. I am pleased. I feel like finally, finally, this thing has broken.

I'm also busy as crap, so back to work for me ...

I am on no meds, I'm only coughing just a bit, and, while I do feel low energy, I think I feel better than I have been. This could mean the cold is over, or at least dying. Yay!

I'm also having a hard time finding a new book to read. I'm trying to read Brideshead Revisited and finding it dull. I've picked up an autographed copy of Connie Willis' Passage that's been languising on my shelf for ages - though she's one of my favorite authors, the last time I read this I gave up after 86 pages. Maybe now ...

Also, Palermo is looking like a real possibility for Easter, and I'm feeling excited about that! In part it's possible because, er, I agreed to work this Saturday ... too hard for me to turn down the extra money when opportunities for me to do so are so few and far between. Perhaps the need will pass and I'll get to lounge around instead.

I feel profoundly less dead but that doesn't mean much since the caffeine stick is holding me up. On the other hand, I slept for what ... 4 hours during the day yesterday ... and went back to sleep at 9:30 after forcing myself to stay awake for half an hour reading before I crashed out (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and short story collection Firebirds - not feeling smart enough to handle any hard reading). I was up coughing a bit, but rather than painful, useless hacking, I was actually clearing my lungs out a bit ... and then I fell back asleep. So I got, what, ten hours last night, probably 9 1/2 with interruptions - thank goodness for still being on Egyptian time so I could build a sleep schedule that gave me room for waking up.

I'm really, really hoping I am well enough to make it to Othello tonight. It's promising at present - only a few little coughs, all "productive." I just need to be careful about not talking too much and that should kep with keeping my throat from getting too irritated.

The flowers at my desk are fading but they are still pretty. :-) And my coworkers said no, nobody thought I was skiving, "No way you could have been putting THAT on." Odd that I got sicker when I got home.