Cold One

Right around Monday of this week, I got my first cold in, say, a year? My feelings about this are that I prefer chunky soup to creamy soup because I like to have something to chew on and that I could handle all the mucus if it came without sneezing seizures and the red, watery eyes associated with them. This is obvious stuff. Also, the chili oil at Pho Gia on Sandy is incendiary—a healing elixir sent down from stuffed-nose heaven. It simultaneously throws open the doors to your airways and makes you sweat out the bad stuff.

Anyhoo, all better now. Chomp on some garlic so you don't git what I got!