Remember how I was blathering on about how sometimes things eventually turn out better than you expected?

Yeah. Well. All bets are off now. My little cold of a few days ago has gently turned into some sort of evil sinussy beast that is making my head pound, not with an acute pain, but a much more subtle one. Although the pain hurts, I'm not really constantly aware that something is hurting, there's just a constant discontent which, if I stop to examine it, turns out to be this golf-ball sized bit of throbbing pain directly behind the bridge of my nose.

So now I'm looking forward to another couple-three days of this joy, too sick to be 100% productive, not sick enough to stay home and in bed.

And even if it miraculously vanishes during my restless sleep tonight, it will already have been as bad as I feared because, unlike my Thanksgiving, I had no time or reason to fear catching a cold.

So the lesson to learn? It makes me uncomfortable to say it, but I think this means we should spend more time worrying and fretting about the unknown so that nothing bad surprises us - unless it's not as bad as we had feared.

Make sense? Not really to me, either. More NyQuil!