Getting back to being able to breathe through my nose is the major accomplishment of my week.

Airport barmen aren’t good for hot toddies, or much of anything else. I spent half the bottle price on a double(more like 1.5)shot of Jack to lighten my germ load, but it did me no good.

Virus, bacteria, who knows? Is it possible to have both? I kind of hope I got ’em all and now I can be done before winter really turns it on.

Traveling for most of two days allowed me to remember that I own music other than the 3 albums currently permashuffling in my cloud.

I wasn’t missing the rest of my music library at all but I always enjoy the process of rediscovery (however dependent upon my tendency to become enraptured with a single source of ear-delight it may very well be).

The overly-self-satisfied-but-somehow-rightfully-so little cards that came along with my headphones  finally came in handy, and on every flight too. I’m not about to order more cards – they’re a clumsy solution when an elegant one is more than justified.

But believe me when I say these are worth every penny of last year’s Christmas money and I will say so in a calm, courteous, yet wildly enthusiastic tone to any seatmate who comments or expresses curiosity.

They’re on my ears right now, with some Pines in them. What can I say – I like my brain to wind down in a high-quality listening environment.

After oversleeping my alarm by almost two hours this morning I am fairly confident that my least-sleep-ever streak is coming to an end. Readiness for the day depends on it.