Earlier this week I thought I was coming down with the flu. Those symptoms quickly evolved into a hacking cough that could wake the dead. After spending Friday afternoon at the hospital I learned that I have asthmatic bronchitis. Now my nightstand is covered with a variety of medications (alas, no VanBeil's Rye and Rock), which already have me feeling much better and breathing easier. Hopefully my days of imitating Garbo in Camille will be over soon.