Son J, whom I affectionately refer to as “the walking disease vector”, gave me his cold. I have now had it for longer than he did. I would like to point out that I NEVER got sick until I had a kid. I’m just saying. But now I have a horrible sore throat and a cough (which this morning’s pea-soup fog did not help, thank you). So with ad day over I’m off to sit and read and drink hot lemonade, the only good thing about being sick.
2 tablespoons sugar (or honey)
heavy splash lemon juice
hot water to mix
If you want you can add a splash of whiskey, but don’t use scotch! Irish or Bourbon will do nicely.
P.S. oh, and one more nice thing about being sick – my voice goes into Lauren Bacall-land, so at least for a week I sound sexy as all hell.