No seriously.
For those of you confused by that silly statement above, the last time I was in Eastern Europe (January 2006, Carthage Choir tour) I had what can be described as a teensy weensy bit of a cough.
And by teensy weensy I mean enormous. So enormous that it disrupted conversations, made random passersby turn and stare, could infect the church members that even dared to stand within a rather large radius of its ridiculousness. So enormous that one of the random choir members bequeathed to me the sweet nickname “Hurricane Janine”. And if any of you called me during the month or so after we returned home, you’d hear my outgoing message for the Hurricane Janine Relief Fund
Well she’s back, with a vengeance. And it’s colds like these that make you want your mommy and a hot bath and lots of Vicks Vaporub (which most children detest). I have none of those things, just kind roommates, near death in my sleep and the surprisingly useful recommendation from an Irish girl to drink some Jameson and knock myself out. Though the Jameson did help.
Needless to say I’ve been struggling. For example, Sunday we went to a fantastic restaurant on Narodni called Café Louvre.
It’s classic and has been around for years. I had the best chocolate coffee (I know, coffee right?) and Czech Honey Cake, which was delicious. 
The interior was fantastically awesome. And that was all great, but I was the disgusting person in the café coughing and sneezing their way through life. I need a quarantine.And let’s not discuss my inability to teach a lesson this morning. I got tripped on some syllable issues and some coughing (which my students found unsurprisingly amusing).
I suppose it could be worse . . . I could be in an even colder place . . . like Minnesota.
that cafe looks so cozy. how's your cough these days?
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