Cold

I'm looking forward to a temperature change here in Southeast Texas, preferably a cooldown. I'm looking forward to news about when power might be restored to our house in Beaumont. Chances are, by the time power is restored, air conditioning will no longer be necessary. In the meantime I seem to have come down with a cold. I took old cold medication with the hopes that it would a) not kill me and b) work to some extent. I'd have to take non-expired medication and measure effects to be certain, but I think this old stuff is not up to snuff. I like to think that I am a good sick person. I take care of myself, don't complain, and maintain some cheeriness. Actually, I am rather intrigued by congested states--the foggy head, explosive sneezes, and endless desires for a nap; on the flip side, I don't like the coughing or the tickle in the back of the throat. I hope David doesn't get sick. I believe men tend to be bigger wimps when it comes to illness and discomfort than women. I consider myself a non-sexist person but I believe the genders are socialized differently. That's how I justify making steretypical statements related to gender at any rate.

See how I moved from temperature to gender? Blame it on bad cold medicine.