The March Hare FluThere are things to put in mugs. Coffee and tea, certainly, but I am feeling a little under the weather, so those are largely out (just a touch of weak tea to keep the headache at bay). There is hot water, hot water with lemon, hot water with mint, and I have already mentioned the hot water with honey.
Then there is rougher stuff: little packets of chemical lemon flavor to mask what must be the truly horrifying tastes of a potent medicinal cocktail. I have two boxes in the cupboard: non-drowsy formula and excessively drowsy formula. I am going with the latter, and hope to feel better in the morning.
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