Third night of no wine.  Ice-cream instead.  Hoping to wake early and write, material to be sold, printed and sold.  An annoying cough remains, that makes it difficult to complete a sentence.  Surprised I made it through the 1A class, held office hours after as I did.  I should feel completely recovered and out from under this bug’s wing by tomorrow morning.

Going to kitchen now, set the coffee, get new cup out—  I cough twice, become annoyed, lose interest in this sitting, the words the type the everything of this moment.  Why’d I have to get sick now?