Cold (never ending)

Feel very bad yesterday and stay home. Not going to work produces customary feelings of guilt, but probably best am home that as cough grave, snot pouring out of nose and weep uncontrollably while watching Starting Over. Call the contessa who says You sound like you are at the bottom of a well. Tell her that is how I feel. She suggest old home remedy of shot of scotch. Although, she says, the last time she tried it, she woke up the next morning feeling achey, a little nauseous, but by the afternoon she felt much better. Ask her, how much of the cure did you have? There is a silence. The Contessa says briskly, The vice-boss actually looked concerned when I told her you were sick. How did she look concerned, feeling highly suspicious. ON further questioning, the contessa admits that what actually happend is that when the vice-boss heard I was sick, she gave a shudder, covered her nose with her hand and then ran into her office. Am glad to know that all the same without me.