Waking up with a cold: sad.
Eating a cubic inch of raw ginger root in an unsuccessful attempt to nuke said cold: alarming.
Rasping with victory after finding a dirty blister package of expired Sudafed between the couch cushions: pathetic.
Teaching five piano lessons while half-delirious with fever: inadvisable.
Being bundled up in a blanket and read out loud to by Techie Boyfriend from David Brin's The Postman. For two hours. With voices. : AWESOME!