This past weekend was delightful, mostly, as I spent time with the majority of my family, visited the Air Force Academy, developed a most attractive sunburned nose, and felt old for the first time in my life. The brothers are growing up remarkably fast, and have turned into dashingly handsome men. Sam was missed.

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Unfortunately, I left the weekend with a gift from my Mother and youngest brother - a horrific headcold. I managed to hold it off 'til Wednesday, when I felt the sore throat creeping up on me. Today I managed to dope myself up enough to put in a full workday, but felt like my sinuses might explode all over the office. Lovely. When I finally stumbled home to sleep and lay about the apartment trying to forget I was alive, I realized I only had about three-fourths of a dose of Nyquil. Now Nyquil... is my friend. It has helped me through several colds, and I'll admit, when I've had those nights when I just cannot, will not, go to sleep, I've drugged myself into oblivion. We can discuss intervention later.

At first, I decided I was much too miserable to brave the sidewalks and acquire more of the delicious drug... but then I began thinking about the prospect of lying in bed, sleepless, unable to breathe, until I just suffocated myself with my own pillow. So I headed out.

In the process of walking to the store, I witnessed a car collision... my SECOND witness of such today. Yes, second. The first was on my way to work... as I was about to cross the street someone slammed, loudly, into the back of the SUV in front of them. Not a great way to start the day. I admit to completely thinking, "I am So. Glad. that wasn't me... either of those vehicles." This second one I believe was a bit more serious, as there was an ambulance, firetruck, and multiple police vehicles when I returned later. I begin to think perhaps I should stick to walking... surely two automobile accidents in one day cannot be a good omen.

But the drugs... yes, after lugging the two gallons of Nyquil home with me, I should be able to sleep through the night without dying. Maybe. And now I must go... off to sneeze more ick into a kleenex.