Here's Who We're Like

It finally came to me who Old Dave and I are like here in sickbay. Remember Charlie's four grandparents in Willy Wonka? We're like them. It even SEEMS like there are four of us in the bed, we've been in it so long.Yup. Were just here in the bed. I'm normally up at 5:00 but right now it's 7:30 and I'm just surfacing. Then I know I'll be back in the bed by 3:00 with aches all over.David actually did a business dinner last night, but then when he came home at 9pm he shed clothes like a snake sheds skin and was on his back and passed out cold five minutes after climbing in beside me. Also, the poor thing seems to have eaten something at lunch that has made his upper lip go straight out like Daffy Duck's.As for me, I'm still coughing like the Little Engine That Could in the part where everyone was pretty sure it Couldn't. Between 7pm and 8pm last night I wept copious tears while watching my recorded version of last Sunday night's Downton Abby and so my nasal passages were doubly stuffed.I thought about reader Paxi's advice about the Jamison with lemon and honey.I thought about hitting myself with the green velvet hammer that is NyQuil.In the end I decided to just 'go commando' as teen males seem to call it when they go without underwear. I decided to do without any meds in other words. 60 mile-an-hour winds tore and screeched around the house all night and here I am now in a new day, as here we all are.It's kind of pretty out right now with the branches all wet with raindrops, and  they say we might even have a bit 'o sun by noontime. I guess I'm just happy to be alive, to sum up - and to be honest, staying in bed is actually kind of fun when the company's good. :-) [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29_uSlEEPSk]