Last night at about 8 I got the sniffles, which by 4 a.m. had turned into maybe the worst cold I’ve had in 10 years. Between that and the (albeit really, really, good) Argentine National Drum Corps pounding out a rhythm next to my bedroom until dawn, I was pretty miserable. Thoughts like “swine flu?” kept entering my mind. So, I slept until noon, didn’t take a shower until 1, and didn’t leave the house until 2.

But then, I walked down to the Puerto Madero. And I felt good. And I bought some more groceries (the kid said “thank you!”), and didn’t have to use my backup toilet paper kleenex the whole time.

It’s the little things, isn’t it?

I’m not sure if I’ll be able to run much tomorrow. I still feel pretty crappy. And even down next to the ocean, I can feel the pollution in my lungs with every breath. But, we’ll see. Maybe I’ll feel totally restored by morning.

Ciao-ciao.