How come when I was younger a cold was merely a cold? It’s different in my seventh decade on this rock. I caught a cold on Monday and now I’m laid low with a cold/flu combo. Mrs. Cohn Zohn kicked me out of our bedroom so I won’t get her sick and I’m sleeping in the guest room. And I’m supposed to cover the Raiders game Sunday but that’s out of the question. I’m sleeping a lot and reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being when I don’t have Unbearable Lightness of the Head. Really good book.