It’s official — just when winter’s about over, and I’m on a trip that’s proving to be enjoyable, I finally get a cold. After lunch today, at the Oyster Bar at Grand Central Station, I headed back to the hotel instead of to the theater to see Dirty, Rotten Scoundrels.
A good book, much hot tea, and several kinds of patent medicine ought to do the trick right now…
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