The virus enters my body some time during my commute and begins to turn me into its latest distribution system. The first indication that my immune system has been compromised comes in the afternoon. I’ve gone into the archive to fetch an old file. I sneeze. Twice. I blame it on the dust and ignore the pressure building in my sinuses.

At home, I find myself craving Thai curry for dinner. I’m sniffly, my voice shows signs of croakiness and I believe in the healing power of spicy food.

I love Thai food.

But man, I hate the common cold.