Beautiful scenery, under the weather

I'm staying here in a pleasant hotel on the coast of the Gulf of Mexico, looking over the water. [The Man I Love] is speaking at a conference and I'm tagging along. In a few days, I fly to a nearby city for a business meeting for my own profession. This was going to be a nice chance to be together and enjoy tropical climes and travel.

But I'm miserable.

I have a cold. I have a nasty, messy, sniffly, runny-nose, scratchy-throat, achy cold. It started the night before we flew here.

Here's the view through my window. There's a causeway leading to barrier island beaches, and from our window we can see birds, the ripple of waves, and palm trees tossing in the breeze. But instead of exploring this lovely part of the country, I sit here in my pajamas in the middle of the day, zoned on NyQuil and waiting for the virus to pass.

It will, of course, inevitably. I will be just fine in a day or two. I'll probably get well just in time for my conference - meaning, in time to go to work.

But now, here I am, in Paradise, sneezing. Hope you all are feeling better than I am.