Megastore Infirmary.

Unfair, is what it is when you had the sick just a couple of weeks ago and then, after a fine Saturday of grandchild basketball and writing, and Mexican food and reading and chatting away with the historian, you find yourself in the evening with the sniffles and then the sneezes and then, when you wake up of a Sunday morning, a full-on reprise of The Head Cold of Yesterweek. This is total bullshit, I say, pardon my swear.

Here are a few things I would like to reprise, for the record:

• the culinary triumph of last weekend's roast chicken for a Sunday dinner
• the aesthetic satisfaction of knocking out a poem draft
• the joy of watching kids run up and down a basketball court, or, for that matter, a soccer field, if the weather's nicer
• a good day in class
• having a salad with my friend
• finishing one Scandinavian detective novel and starting another
• a cup of tea in the morning
• a chat with the Scotlands

Please note: on the list above, there is no "The Head Cold of Yesterweek." Because a reprise of that is not good. 

I will now resume my nose-blowing and whining offline. Megastore out.