I hate being sick.  You may be thinking, “Well, who likes it?”  That happens to be a very good hypothetical rebuttal. Perhaps you won’t begrudge me the aphorism in this case.  I really hate being sick.  Worse than the actual sickness is the crepuscular feeling of normal health slipping away into the darkness of a cold.  So, perhaps you have the prescient notions of day and nighttime non-reality associated with cold medicines that hold you into disparate pieces… okay, begrudge me a little hyperbole as well.

Ladies and Germs (pun intended), I feel the incipient sickness furtively lurking around my metaphorical door.  For this reason, I’m taking two courses of action.  The first preemptive response (although that is truly a non-sensical two word phrase) is to call in my legions of sleep.  Secondly, I will bring in good homebrew full of b-vitamins and grandpa’s cough medicine as a tactical weapon to clear the way for my waves of sleep.

Like I said, I hate being sick…but I sure like this solution.