Shallow cough, constant cough…all night long. Had no cough medicine in the house. By 3 AM of no sleep, and nearly constant coughing…I decided I had to do something. The liquor rack held wine, mostly old sweet stuff we got years ago by mistake—I detest sweet wine, and sweet would only make it worse anyway, some nice single-malt Scotch…two unopened bottles of Captain Morgan, and an open bottle of Sailor Jerry’s Rum.

Sailor Jerry’s, taken tablespoon at a time, did let me tame the cough, but it has to be the worst taste since that red powder the druggist used to make up, when I was a kid. I at least got some sleep.

Jane did get to the dentist yesterday. She says it’s better, even if sore…