I had a breakfast of scrambled eggs and some excellent toast at the Randall's deli section, bought some Ny-Quil, more Ricola cough drops, and another box of Throat Coat herbal tea, and went home to bed. Been there ever since. I'm beginning to feel a little better. I don't know if it's the drugs or the natural progression of the cold, but at least my sinuses aren't clogging up like they have been for the past few days, and the post-nasal drip is considerably diminished. I think I might feel close to normal, tomorrow. Right now, I'm still foggy from the Ny-Quil. The liquid isn't quite as powerful as the pairs of gelcaps, but it's still good stuff. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner.
I saw a bit of Condoleezza Rice speaking to an audience in Paris when I got home, but I didn't hear much of her speech.
Interesting note--If I go home in the morning, before 9:30, I can get home in 45 minutes!
It has been raining here, all day. I thought I might go take a walk, but it's just miserable, outside. Not cold; in fact, It almost felt hot, leaving work. But it's a constant, dripping rain that's just deressing.
Poetry: I got a notice in the mail that one of my poems has been accepted for an anthology to be published by Poetic Power. Unfortunately, this seems to be another vanity press, like the now-defunct World of Poetry and the so-called National Library of Poetry. They accept your poem for publication and then ask if you want to buy the book. So I won't be submitting to them again. At least they are more honest than NLP, though. They admit that it will be a small print run, and they don't try to claim that "Your poem will be in an anthology that is in university libraries all over the world." or any of that kind of crap. Plus, they're a lot less expensive than World of Poetry ever was, so I might actually buy the anthology, just to see what quality of work they accept for it. From the price, I am presuming that it will be a very small book, so they will have to be far choosier about the poems they publish than WOP was. With WOP, their anthologies were cattle-calls for every bad poet you could imagine.
Anyway, time to pull out my copy of Poet's Market again.