Captain, she's breaking up, she's breaking up....

The cold that has had my bronchial bits in a vise is finally breaking up. Nasty cough, not the kind that wracks your whole system (like yesterday), but the kind that relieves the congestion, is what I have now.

And laryngitis. My friends and family are not used to my being so silent. I keep whispering, "I'm fine. Really. Just a bit of catarrh." Not that I have any idea what "catarrh" means, but it sounds good.

Anyway, fancy word or not, I'm on the mend, sounding much worse than I feel. Was able--finally!--to sleep the night through for the most part, and sleep seems to be the thing that brings (or heralds) healing.

Rejoice! It's a new day.