This is a coronavirus. It is well known for causing a mild to moderate upper-respiratory tract illness, such as a cold.

 Image: 1975 CDC/Dr. Fred Murphy / Wikipedia

I’m lying on the sofa feeling feverish, and I do believe this unwelcome little fart has made my acquaintance. 

Last night I coughed about a thousand times while going to sleep. I thought it was just reflux, but maybe not. My nose has been drippy all day. There’s a scritch in my throat.
I had a doctor appointment today for unrelated reasons, and I started feeling gross and sneezy afterward. So I went to the grocery store and then came home and made some Lipton noodle soup (that shit has magical properties. Don’t argue with me; it’s true). 

I get a cold every year between Thanksgiving and Christmas, it seems. If my Wolverine-like healing powers are still intact, the bug will only last a day or so. If not, I’ll be sick but with definite advantages over last year:

1. I’ve already passed the NaNoWriMo word count. 
2. More energy in the morning means I can wake up, write until I feel like shit again, and then go back to sleep with a clear conscience. 
3. I know exactly what to write next and can just get right to it.

 Earlier this week, I acquired a gently used Blu-ray of Ant-Man and the Wasp and tonight, I watched that after my soup. Now my MCU collection is completely caught up until Captain Marvel and Avengers 4 come out on disc.

Tee hee!

I read that Lee’s cameo for Avengers 4 (when are we going to get a title?) is already in the can. I hope that’s true for Captain Marvel also. It’ll be a little sad to see, but at least Phase 3 won’t close out without him. 

I purchased Beetlejuice also. I like to buy used discs because they’re cheaper. Now I’m going to watch that one and then probably go to bed early. I’ve got soup, tea, blankets, and time. I’ll be fine.