My kung-fu fighting immune system outsmarted the Godcellas and went all Jackie Chan on my cold. I'm feeling much better. I still cough a little bit, but I'm done with the stuffy, sleepless misery, and I no longer sound like Marge Simpson when I wake up in the mornings. ("Mmmm ... Homer ... You are not going to perform that operation yourself!")
I'm off to see the Wizard tomorrow. Wish me luck.