You know that line in The Rovers' song, "Wasn't That A Party", where the guy sings about his head feeling like a football? I'd be thrilled to have my own noggin settle down to that level, even for just half a day...

I don't know why, but lately whenever I get a cold, it likes to linger for weeks. Oh, I can experiment with different over-the-counter medications all I want, but these bugs are determined, and congregate all over in that space between my ears, even down to the tip of my runny nose.

I can sympathize with my wife (and her occasional hot flash), as a wave of dizziness makes my recliner look even more inviting than it does any week day after 6:00 pm...

Yesterday I visited out local pharmacy for advice, as I do have to be careful, being a diabetic with high-ish blood pressure. Most cold medicine is like ingesting a firecracker for me, with the short term benefits nowhere near the possible long-term damage. So, often I must suffer in silence, or here in this blog. Lucky you...

Well, I need to blow my nose yet again, so see you next time!!

Chow for now.